Rock Chick Revolution (Rock Chick #8)(156)

When I stopped talking, his eyes were wide and his lips formed the gravelly words, “Fuckin’ hell.”

“I know,” I agreed.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he repeated.

“I know, Duke,” I replied. “Now what do we do?”

For some reason, he turned his head and looked to the front door. What he did not do was look back at me.

“Duke?” I called.

That was when he looked back at me to say, “It’s worse than I thought.”

“Mm-hmm,” I mumbled.

“I need time with this,” he told me.

I got that, so I nodded.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Duke repeated.

“Duke—”

He interrupted me. “Would sell my soul to have Joshua back. He’s got a boy in this town he don’t see?”

Uh-oh.

I got closer. “Duke—”

“No, Ally,” he shook his head, “not angry. Just thinkin’. And I need time to think more.”

“Okay, I feel you,” I said. “But can I ask you don’t take too much of it? We’re already way out of the zone where a successful reunion would be anything but difficult for them. We don’t need to be so out of that zone it’s an impossibility.”

His gaze grew intense. “No way I’m gonna f**k around thinkin’ on this, Ally. There are many things in life that are precious. Your child is the top of that list.”

I pressed my lips together and nodded.

Duke started to walk away, but before he could pass me, I reached out, grabbed his hand and squeezed.

I let him go just as quickly as I grabbed him and he kept going.

I got back to work, but I found the time to hit the shelves again to make a call to Jane to let her know at least the girls were cool so she could come out of hiding. But I got her voicemail so I left a message.

As I was walking out, while I was shoving my phone back in my pocket, it binged.

I looked at it and saw a text from Lee. I didn’t need to open it as it was short and the entirety of it fit on the notification.

Team meeting. Office. Two hours.

He had something.

Already.

God, my brother was good.

Team meeting.

That feeling stole through me again.

Therefore, I was grinning when I went about yet again collecting empties.

Chapter Thirty

For Me

Ren

Ren Zano hiked the strap of his workout bag more firmly on his shoulder as he walked from the gym to his Jag while pulling out his ringing phone.

The display said Santo Calling.

He engaged and put it to his ear. “Santo.”

“Boss, you need to get here.”

Ren stopped at the door to his car and looked at his boots, his gut twisting.

This was because he gave Santo a job that morning. And that job was getting into Snookie Rivers’s apartment to have a look around.

“What?” Ren asked.

“You need to see,” Santo replied.

Ren clenched his teeth and beeped his locks.

Pulling open the door and folding in, he asked, “Is he out for a while?”

“Lucky’s on him. He makes to come home, Lucky’ll give me the heads up.”

“Be there in ten,” Ren stated.

He disconnected and turned on the ignition.

When he hit Ally’s old apartment complex, he saw construction had already begun on her blasted out unit. There was some structural damage; not much, mostly the windows blown out and fire damage, but they weren’t wasting any time fixing it.

He parked, got out, kept his phone in his hand and jogged to the building, in and up the stairs.

He tapped a knuckle on Rivers’s door and it was immediately opened by Santo.

Ren didn’t like the look on his face.

“Show me,” he ordered.

Santo got out of the way. Ren entered the apartment, moved aside and let Santo lead the way. Santo moved down the hall to one of the bedrooms but stopped at the door and turned to Ren.

“Boss, this is f**ked up,” he warned.

Ren looked him in the eyes then moved beyond him and into the room.

Once in, he stopped dead.

Three beats later, he whispered, “Fuckin’ f*ck me.”

“You want Lucky to nab him?” Santo asked.

Ren’s eyes moved around the room, his gut no longer twisting. It was tied in painful knots and it felt like something heavy was pressing on his chest.

This was because, all around the room, the walls were littered with pictures of Ally. Entering her apartment. Leaving her apartment. Walking down the hall. In the parking lot walking to her Mustang. Getting in or out of it.

And more.

Ally in Fortnum’s. Ally at Stella’s gigs. Ally bartending at Brother’s. Ally at the mall with one or more of the Rock Chicks.

And Ally entering and exiting his house. Some from months ago. Some from days ago.

The whole room was covered in Ally.

Every inch.

There were so many pictures, they were several layers deep.

“Boss? Lucky?” Santo prompted and Ren cut his eyes to the man.

“Yes, I f**kin’ want Lucky to nab him,” he growled. “And call Dom. Now.” He threw out a hand. “And take pictures of this shit. Detailed.”