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“It’ll never get to that point.” Ronan shuts her down quickly, his voice confident and authoritative. I can’t help the tingle that slides toward the dip between my thighs. It's deliciously attractive seeing him in his boss zone.
The interaction between everyone is so professional that you would never think that he and I connected so deeply last night; my heart trembles just thinking of it.
“So, what’s the plan?” Mal crosses her arms and her legs.
Ronan leans back, swiping the hologram monitor again. “We need to get to Jax first. Bedford already gave me the location of his whereabouts.” He points at the screen. “We have only 24-hours to get this done. We know they’re holding the kids in Long Island because the main guests he invited are people that live in the Hollow City region. It was stupid, but smart; a good way to lure the parents away is to invite them to a fancy party miles away.
“Based on the GPS, Victor took a flight back, and he’s there now. I’ll go greet Jax like the friendliest neighbors on the fucking block. If he doesn’t have the information we need,” his face turns dangerous with destruction, his jaw tightening, “we kill him.”
Chapter 15
Anita
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We only have an hourleft before we are back in Hollow City. The majority of that time was spent brainstorming with the group developing different strategies and plans. Everyone giving their input on the best way to get to Jax and the kids. It’s basic, but we can never be too sure. I’m always particular about having a plan a, b, c, d, and z.You never know.
Eventually, we all break apart on the flight. Mal went to her cubby after changing her dressing and Boone the same. Bedford continues working on his laptop with his headphones on.
Once my brain began working like an engine running on fuel, I laid back. When it gets to the point that my mind is no longer functioning, then it’s time to relax and take a break.
However, Ronan doesn’t quit. He continues working, keeping an eye on the time, the GPS tracker or if anything suspicious comes up. And then, of course, reading through the emails he receives from the academy. He’s such a busy man, and I understand that all too well. I may not have a school, but I understand always being in a position where you can’t slack off because others depend on it.
I stare out the window, my palms running over my pants. The weather is shifting from a neutral sky to dim and gray hues, and my body...is uneasy.
I’m struggling with the concept that I’ll be a part of something completely out of my expertise. No one has ever needed me in a situation where I’m notkillinganyone, but instead...saving them. The point of my job was to catch the person, bad...or good. I only knew I had a job to fulfill. I never questioned it again because the last time I did, let's just say POPOV being questioned didn’t please him.
I’m not proud about the things that I have done. If Ronan knew, he would be repulsed just looking at me.
Or perhaps he’ll give me that devastating grin and call me his bad girl.
A rustling snaps my focus away from the window. I look up to see Ronan sitting on the seat beside me with a white ceramic mug in his hand and a saucer plate with a fresh cinnamon bun on top with a fork stabbing the center of the pastry.
I adjust myself accordingly. After he’s comfortable, his arm brushes lightly against mine as he sits the plate on the opening table while extending the cup toward me. Steam swirls up between us with a tea string looped over the side.
“Tea for your thoughts,” he speaks low.