Assumption (Underground Kings #1)(39)

“Nothing here will point them to Tennessee,” Link says, shoving a stack of papers into the desk.
“True, but she needs to change her number and stop using her e-mail. I don’t want whoever this is to have any way to track her down.”
“You gonna tell her what’s going on?” he asks quietly.
“I don’t have a choice.” I look around again before walking over and opening her balcony door.
The sun is just starting to set over the mountains, causing an orange-and-red glow to fill the horizon. After taking a seat in one of her deck chairs, I pull out my phone and send a text to Justin, telling him the latest development. Then I send a message to Autumn, letting her know what time my flight would arrive so she would be dressed and ready to go out. I also tell her to make sure to wear the red lipstick she wore to the club.
Just thinking about how she looked that night causes my cock to jump. I need to see how f*cking long it would take to kiss that red off her mouth. Looking out at the sunset again, I can’t help but smile. I’m not buying a new bed for my room until she’s willing to help me pick it out and share it with me. Until I can convince her to move into my room, we will be staying in hers. I look down at my phone when it beeps.
Justin: Autumn is safe in bed. I’m running a cross-check on the names you sent. As soon as I know anything, I’ll send you the info.
I know Justin is a good kid, but I still hate that he’s there with her right now instead of me, even if I’m the one who ordered him to. I beat back the jealousy I feel and focus on what I need to do next.
Me: I get back tomorrow. Cancel all her e-mails/accounts and change her number. Now.
Justin: Already on it.
I look over my shoulder when I hear Link come out. I know he’s gonna want to know my next move, but until I get more info, my hands are tied.
“You good?” he asks, taking a seat across from me.
“Yeah.” I lean back, closing my eyes. “I need to make a few calls and see if I can get some info from a friend of mine before I head home.”
“I don’t envy you right now, man,” Link says.
I open one eye, look at him, and smirk. A pissed-off Autumn is a thing of beauty, and she’s going to be riled as hell when I get home.




CHAPTER 7
A Whole Lotta Like…
“Why’s my phone off and my e-mail not working?” I yell as I stomp into the living room, where Justin is still playing Call of Duty. I don’t know how I know, but I know he has something to do with it.
“You’re gonna have to wait to talk to boss man,” he mumbles, never taking his eyes off the TV.
“I’m asking you, so tell me why my phone is off, I no longer have an e-mail, and even my Facebook is gone…and I haven’t gotten on that thing in over eight months!”
“About that—you are not very photogenic. I think you should take some classes or something.”
“Are you frigging serious right now?” I pick up one of the throw pillows off the couch and start hitting him over the head with it.
“Stop! You’re making me lose the game!” He grabs the pillow out of my hand, tossing it across the room.
I start to run for it but then turn to see that he’s not even moving from his spot on the couch. My eyes travel from him to the TV then his Xbox.
“You better not,” he says, standing.
I lunge for the game system, ready to rip it out of the wall, when I’m tackled, but somehow, Justin flips us, taking the brunt of the landing, making me land on top of him, my thighs on either side of his waist. I reach for the pillow on the floor next to me and start to lift it above my head.
“What the f*ck is going on?”
I close my eyes and press my lips together when I hear Kenton’s voice, and when I open my eyes, I glare at Justin before standing up and facing the door of the living room. I fight the urge to run to him when our eyes lock. I’ve missed him these last few days, and he looks even hotter than normal with the extra scruff darkening his jaw, making it appear squarer.
“I asked a f*cking question. What the f*ck is going on?” he asks, taking his eyes off me, pinning Justin with a ferocious scowl.
“That’s what I want to know.” I cross my arms over my chest and glare first at Kenton and then at Justin, who glares back at me as he goes to stand next to his boss.
“Your girlfriend’s crazy,” Justin mumbles to him loud enough for me to hear.
“Shut up,” I hiss.
“No, you shut up,” he retorts immaturely.
“No, you shut up,” I repeat, taking a step towards Kenton.
“Jesus, what the f*ck?!” Kenton shouts, making me jump back.
“Why’s my phone disconnected along with my e-mail and Facebook?” I ask, directing my haughtiness at Kenton this time.
He looks at me for a long moment before his head drops forward, his hand going to the back of his neck. “We need to talk,” he says, lifting his head, looking me over. Then his eyes go to Justin. “Thanks for helpin’ out,” he says begrudgingly.
“No prob, boss,” Justin says and starts to gather all of his stuff up, shoving it all back into the same bag he showed up here with.
When he’s finished packing everything, Kenton walks him to the door, where they have a quiet conversation before Kenton pats him on the back and opens the door.
“See ya around, Copper,” Justin says over his shoulder.
I give him a wave, and he smiles before heading out of the house, the front door closing behind him.
As soon as Kenton faces me again, his eyes turn dark and his jaw starts to tick. “Come here.”