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“You heard Sal, go,” I pressed. I needed a few minutes with Freyja.

“We can wait for you. Wouldn’t want you to get hurt,” Ronan snarked.

“Go, asshole.” Gavin shoved his brother forward before turning back to Freyja. “It was nice to meet you, Miss Malpas. I wish it had been under better circumstances.” Then the fucker smiled brightly at her.

“Get the hell out of here.”

I turned to Freyja. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine, excuse me.” She turned and walked away from me. I couldn’t help but smile at her anger as I followed behind her.

“Freyja, we need to talk.”

“We don’t. You have said quite enough.”

I reached out for her elbow and pulled her back toward me. When I looked into her eyes, they were glassy with unshed tears.

“Don’t cry,mo bandia.”

“I’m not crying. I’m pissed!” she yelled as a tear slipped down her cheek. She wrenched her arm from my hand and demanded, “Go. You have business to attend to.”

“Freyja!” I called out, but she flipped her middle finger at me and stormed off.

“I’ll follow her, boss. Make sure she gets back safely.”

I turned at the voice. “Thank you, Rian. I didn’t realize anyone was still here.”

“Sal asked me to stay and wait for you.”

“Of course he did.”

Rian walked off in the same direction as Freyja. At least I would know where she was staying now. I watched until Freyja and Rian were both out of sight and then turned to walk in the direction Liam had followed Kelley.

I had no idea where they had gone, but once they caught up with him, someone would let me know. I slipped off my jacket and hung it over my arm, loosening the bow tie around my neck.

It was hot as hell down here for the beginning of March.

I sat on a bench and waited for someone to call. Leaning over, I rested my elbows on my knees and held my head in my hands.

I didn’t know what to do about Freyja. I wanted her. But she was fucking crazy. Lucille Ball? Seriously?

I wasn’t sure how long I sat there when I felt a presence behind me.

“She’s in danger. Keep her close.”

I sat up and turned at the voice, but no one was there. I searched the faces of dozens of people that milled around me. No one paid me any mind. No one made eye contact even for the briefest second.

Someone had spoken to me.

It was a woman’s voice, and it was familiar. But fuck, if I would consider it was LucilleFuckingBall that whispered in my ear.

And who was to say the voice was talking about Freyja? Maybe it was Maddie. Maxim had made that veiled comment about her coming to the park. Nobody trusted that Russian motherfucker. I didn’t even believe his wife trusted him. Fuck, if we would.

Then there was Bellamy. Tyran had her on his radar but we didn’t know why. I knew she loved her grandfather, but everyone in Boston knew how Sal felt about Sean. She could have goneto Sal the minute Tyran made contact, and we would have protected them both.

And what about Caity? She was in danger until Kelley was found and punished. No, there was no reason to think the voice was talking about Freyja. Or any reason to think she was in any danger.

Hell, I wasn’t even sure the voice was real. It was barely a whisper. I hated this fucking city almost as much as I hated New York. Fuck, after tonight, I might even hate it more.