Page 49 of Killer Notes
As I anxiously wait for Tobias to walk through the door, I’m dreading the lecture I don’t want to hear. But then, I did take off on him.
“Danny.” My eyes dart to the door as Tobias’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts.
My eyes focus on his handsome face. “What?” I shoot back.
“You can’t just leave like that,” Tobias demands as he closes the distance.
“Really?” I fold my arms across my chest and glare at him. “Why not?”
“Because someone is after you. Either to hurt you or kill you. Don’t you get that I’m worried for your safety? God damn it, I feel like I’m talking to a wall,” Tobias rants.
I’m taken aback by his emotional outburst. I haven’t seen Tobias lose control the entire time we’ve been here, until now.
A tiny layer of regret blooms in my chest for taking off the way I did. All because I didn’t want to face the truth and the honest rebuke from Tobias.
I’m a shit.
I take a deep breath and say, “I’m sorry.”
“You what?”
“I didn’t mean to risk my life or yours.”Only my heart.
“Where did you think you were going, anyway?”
“Anywhere but here,” I say, dropping my eyes to my lap. Saint jumps onto me, his bony ass digging into my thighs, but I don’t complain. I welcome the distraction from Tobias’s intense stare. “It doesn’t matter now.” I shake my head. Talking to Tobias about my misguided desire toward him would only make me appear a bigger idiot than I already feel.
“I told Laney not to come.”
“I figured.” I rub Saint’s head. “I promise not to take off again.”
“I know. But we can’t stay here anymore. This place is now compromised.”
“Where are we going?” My heart kicks up at the trouble my insecurity has caused.
“I’m still thinking on that,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Can we at least talk about the festival then, since it’s literally days away.”
Tobias hesitates a beat. “Leave that up to me and the rest of the team.”
“Team? What team?” I stand, but keep my distance from him. “Rocktoberfest is important to me—to the band. How are you going to keep me and the guys safe?”
The festival’s huge, and thousands of people are going to be there to listen to their favorite rock bands. I hope some of them come to watch Warrior Black. However, the last thing I want is for anyone to get hurt because of me.
“Harper’s sending a few more men to meet us at the festival,” Tobias explains.
“And you’re leading them?” This eases the tension that’s ratcheting in my shoulders ease together, and I sit back down.
Tobias’s scowl softens into a small smile. “Most likely John will lead,” he admits before sitting on the coffee table in front of me and taking my hands into his before I get a chance to tuck them under my legs.
The ache in my chest comes back and I hold my breath, afraid of what else he’s going to say.
“I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings earlier, but I hope you understand that I was pissed at Carl for coming here. He tends to bring out the worst in me.” His fingers ease their tight grip on my hands, and I think he’s letting go, but Tobias doesn’t.
“I see that.” My heart keeps racing but I can’t look at him, knowing the other shoe is dropping.
“Danny, look at me.”