Linc told him everything that had happened with Tiger and Marisol.
“You want him taken out?” Zander asked bluntly.
Yes. Fuck. He didn’t want this asshole breathing the same air as his girl. But could he order his murder and live with that on his conscience? “I’d like to know where he is. Maybe deliver a message.”
Zander just raised an eyebrow. “Guys like that, they don’t usually take messages like that well.”
“If we kill him then Saber will have all of his men gunning for us.”
Zander frowned. “Saber needs to go, too.”
“You know him?” It was weird Zander turning up like this. He never came to the ranch.
“Got some business with him.”
“So this is personal?”
Zander just stared at him. “My guys and I will find Tiger. Figure things out from there. Deliver a message. Marisol needs to stay here, under close watch. We can’t have them figuring out where she is. Gonna tell Kent to lock down everyone as much as possible. Nobody leaves the ranch alone.”
“Do you think that’s necessary?” Linc asked. “He doesn’t know where she is.”
“If he’s obsessed with her, he’ll be searching for her. And you’ve been seen with her recently. He might be a dumb fuck, but he’s not that stupid.”
Zander just grunted and opened the office door. Then he stilled. “You need a proper car seat for her.”
Before Linc could answer, he was gone.
25
“So he’s going to track down Tiger?”
Linc looked up from the whiteboard he was writing on to see that Marisol had barely touched her lunch. Shit. His fault. He knew better than to talk about anything upsetting when she was eating. Her mood affected her hunger.
“He is. And he’s the best tracker there is. He’ll find him.”
“He’s unusual,” she said carefully.
“I know. But if he says he’ll do something then he does it. Now, that’s enough talk about that. Eat your lunch, please. Or would you like Daddy to feed you?”
She pulled a face but spooned up some lunch. “But—”
“Marisol, I’m serious. That’s going down as a rule.”
“What is?”
“No serious talk while eating. Now, after lunch we’ll go through your rules then you can have a nap while I work. After your nap, would you like to read?”
She crossed her arms over her chest with a glare. “I don’t need rules. I definitely don’t need a rule about not talking about serious stuff while eating.”
“Really? Because you don’t seem to be eating.”
“Maybe I’m just not hungry.
“Or maybe yo
u need Daddy’s help.” He dragged her plate over towards him, stealing her fork.
“Hey! Daddy!”