past.
Lan knew what he had to do. “Well, hell.”
“What?” Cole asked.
“I’m going to get my ass kicked. I hate getting my ass
kicked.” He steeled himself. If he was going to start fighting for his
princess, he might as well start now.
“No one ever tries to kick my ass anymore,” Cole grumbled.
Resolved, Lan stalked back to Alea, his heart chugging.
Right here, right now, he was going to change everything. Yeah, he should
probably wait. If he wanted to play on a team, he shouldn’t make decisions
alone. But he wasn’t risking that Dane and Coop would hate the plan and try to
shut him down. Alea deserved to know what was going on.
“Landon?” Alea’s eyes widened as he reached for her hand.
“Come with me, Princess. We’ve got a meeting to attend.”
She began to protest, her words saying one thing, while her
fingers said another. Maybe he was going about this all wrong, but as he led
her out of the ballroom, Lan could have sworn she squeezed his hand, holding on
tight.
* * * *
Cooper held the door open for Sheikh Talib al Mussad and
wondered if they were doing the right thing. Alea needed peace and to believe
she was safe. He didn’t like the idea of worrying her just because they had a
gut instinct that could be wrong. If his hunch was on the money, they’d handle
it so she could be none the wiser. Right?
Tal strode into the room where Dane and the Anders brothers
had already set up. There were seats with a folder in front of each.
The investigation into Alea’s abduction. God, he almost
didn’t want to know what that file said. A part of him wanted to pretend that
the past was behind them all, that she was healing even now, and merely playing
coy and hard to get.
But he knew better. Alea had been ground under some fucker’s
boot, and deep down Coop needed to know who he could blame so he’d have someone
to kill. He’d finally found the girl who made his heart pound, and she was
broken because of this asshole. Or maybe there was more than one asshole.
Shooting multiple criminals wouldn’t bother him.
The tall dude at the front of the room slipped out of his
blazer and took a seat at the head of the table. “If you will all take a seat,
we can go over the findings fairly quickly and get the sheikh back to his ball.
My name is Riley Anders, and I’m the research expert at Anthony Anders. This is
my brother, Lawson. He’s pure muscle so don’t expect him to actually talk. He
prefers to grunt.”
Law sat beside him, straddling the back of a chair, and
flipped his brother the finger.
“So they’re civilized,” he muttered as he took a seat next
to Dane.
Dane leaned over, talking behind his hand. “No doubt. But
according to the Lennox brothers, these guys are the best.”
“I just wish we’d done the investigation ourselves.”
Dane shook his head. “We wanted the best. Alea deserves it.
After they tell us the news, then we take over. We can either give her the good
news that Khalil was the one who had her kidnapped or we quietly take down the
motherfucker who did. That, my friend, is a job we will do ourselves and
relish.”
Because they damn straight were the best at killing someone
who needed to die.
“If you’ll open your folders, you’ll see that we’ve done a
very thorough investigation of the princess’s abduction. Since we were not
allowed to interview Princess Alea, it’s incomplete,” Riley pointed out with a
tight smile.
Tal scowled. “I’ve explained this. You have everything you
need in the reports.”
Law’s eyes narrowed. “Do we? Those reports seem a bit
sanitized. There are no real details about what happened to her while she was
held.”
“Bad shit,” Dane shot back. “What the fuck more do you need
to know?”
Riley glared. “Shut the testosterone off and get real. We
need to know everything. We’re not here to judge the princess. We’re here