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He shook his head. “Not that I know of.”
She nodded, but her features tightened.
“What?” he asked.
“Well, to say Lach and Brett are enemies is an understatement. Which is why—I don’t know. Not much happens in town without Lach knowing about it, so I can’t help but wonder if he knew Brett was around but didn’t say anything.”
Knock,knock,knock
The soft rap of knuckles on the hotel room door made Savannah tense. He rubbed his hand up and down her arm then strode to the door. “That must be one of them.”
Nonetheless, he checked the peephole. Seeing the brother who’d cast him out two weeks ago bunched Toth’s nerves. He unsnapped the lock and swung open the door. “’Sup man. Thanks for coming.”
Cole’s gaze roamed beyond Toth to survey the hotel room as if he expected to be ambushed. His eyebrows were sewed together in a perpetual frown. His sharp jawline, similar in shape to their father’s, clenched. A vein bulged in Cole’s forehead as he moved into the room. If Cole had wanted to make his reluctance obvious, he’d done a good job.
Cole’s gaze landed on Savannah and his eyes softened a touch.
“Cole, this is Savannah Carrington.” He nodded in her direction. “Sav, this is my, uh”—he cleared his throat as he closed the door—“brother. Cole.”
Savannah inched away from the window. She folded her arms across her chest, and part of him was glad she didn’t try to shake hands with the prick who didn’t want a damn thing to do with him.
“Thanks for coming,” she offered.
Cole shoved his hands in his front pockets. “Won’t say it’s a pleasure.” He grimaced. “I didn’t mean that as an insult.” A muscle jumped along the skin where his jaw met his ear. “I’ve got a family. I don’t want this shit endangering them.”
Savannah knotted her hands in front of her.
Toth’s temper racked up. “Look—”
Cole held out a hand. “Let me be clear. If Lionsgate is active, my family is already at risk and I have an obligation to be here.” He cut his gaze to Savannah. “This is going to end. Quickly.”
Savannah nodded. “Good.”
Another knock at the door sounded. Toth moved behind Cole, checked the peephole again, and opened the door.
Lach walked in with Rami on his heels. Toth shut the door and mumbled introductions. Not that any of them cared about getting to know each other.
Lach nodded at Rami then made a beeline for Savannah. “Holy shit,” he said, as he pulled her into his arms. “Rami filled me in on everything that’s happened. I’m glad you’re safe.”
Savannah eased out of her brother’s arms then sent a look to Toth and the other guys then back to Lach. “We need to talk.”
***
Anxiety ping-ponged insideSavannah as all four men stared at her. Rami’s dark eyebrows were crunched low over his eyes in a scowl. Cole looked as if he’d stepped on an ant hill.
Blood hammered through her veins, taking her pulse to a dangerous level. Toth moved to her side, but Lach didn’t budge from the spot in front of her.
Rami took a seat in one of the dinette chairs and Cole braced his arms in front of his chest. Toth’s warm, steady palm connected with her lower back.
Lach’s interested gaze sizzled from her to Toth. “What’s going on?” he demanded.
“I need you to be honest with me.”
“The hell are you talking about?” Lach drew back his head as if she’d punched him.
She twisted her fingers together and rocked her weight to the outsides of her feet. “Brett’s working for Lionsgate. He’s the one behind this.”
Lach’s eyes rounded.