He heard the rustle of clothing as she donned the pair of jeans he’d chosen for her. He found himself feeling warm and even happy, liking that she was wearing something he’d given her. He wanted everything she wore to be from him. He’d never thought about purchasing gifts for anyone until he’d laid eyes on her.

“Keep talking, Zelie. I’m listening.”

“It’s soundproofed down there, and I think, but I don’t know, that the entire floor is taken up with various rooms. I’ve never explored because it’s strictly forbidden. Cameras and motion detectors everywhere. Around two-thirty in the morning a couple of months ago, while I was working, I heard a woman scream. I’m not crazy, I know what I heard. She sounded in pain. Agony. It was terrifying, especially since I had been told never to go anywhere but the office, but I couldn’t just leave her.”

Maestro’s heart clenched hard in his chest. She was so damned courageous. But she’d just confirmed the suspicions Torpedo Ink had about those underground rooms hiding trafficking victims. They were definitely held and trained below the Adventure Club before they were auctioned off.

She came out of the bathroom dressed in the vintage blue jeans and ash-blue off-the-shoulder sweater he’d gotten for her. The denim hugged her curves, and the off-the-shoulder sweater was perfect, sexy and innocent at the same time, just the way she was. His cock hardened just looking at her.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, Zelie,” he said. It was the truth. Absolute truth. He caught up her jacket. “You’ll need something to take notes with, your laptop and your glasses unless you’re wearing contacts.” He was certain she didn’t wear colored contacts. Her eyes were just that blue. “I’ve got everything else under control.”

That got him another flutter of her long lashes and a quick smile that lit her eyes. “What are you planning?”

“You’ll see. Hustle, baby. And we’re going to finish talking about the woman you heard once we’re on the way.”

“We can’t exit the building together, Andrii,” she cautioned as she allowed him to take her hand. “I’ll go out first and make sure Billows’ man is nowhere around.”

“No, you won’t,” he denied. “He’s gone for the night. My friend saw him drive off and he hasn’t been back.”

“Your friend?”

He took the keys to her apartment from her and locked the door. “Shit lock, babe. We’ll have to get you a better one.”

“I have a chain.”

He looked down at the top of her bent head in exasperation. “Do you think a chain would stop me if I kicked your door? News, baby, it wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to kick down my door.”

There was that hint of amusement in her voice. Despite everything, she’d still found something to laugh about and teased him with it. His ray of sunshine.

“You’ve met my friend a couple of times. At least you saw him with me. We went into the coffee shop together. His name is Lazar. We’ve known each other since we were boys. He was in the same school I was in. I’ll tell you about that later.”

He opened the car door for her and then rounded the hood to slip into the driver’s seat. He didn’t want them to be late. This was a special surprise that he was certain would mean something to her.

“Tell me about the woman, Zelie.”

There was silence. She twisted her fingers together in her lap, portraying nerves. He reached over and laid his palm over her restless fingers, driving with only one hand. That had been practiced like every other skill he had. He was nowhere near Transporter’s level, but he knew how to drive a car.

“You’re safe with me, baby. Take a deep breath and tell me what happened.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw she had turned her head to look at him. Assessing. He remained silent, waiting for her to decide. She’d brought the subject up for a reason. She just had to let go of her fear of Billows and tell him.

“I heard her scream and went to investigate. It’s really dark down there and it’s a maze. The hallways end and you’re just looking at walls. I’m sure there are ways to enter more corridors and find rooms, but I don’t know how. I tried to follow the sounds, and then all of a sudden, she just stopped. Really abruptly. That was worse than the screams.”

Azelie crossed her arms over her chest, hugging herself. Maestro was aware of the shiver running through her body. He touched her shoulder, reminding her he was with her.

“You’re doing great, Zelie. I know this is difficult to relive, but you had a point to this you wanted to make. It’s scary, but you’re safe with me.”

She turned those vivid blue eyes on him. “But you’re not safe with me, Andrii. I get that you’re a badass in your circle, but I think Billows is involved with the Mafia.” She sighed and rubbed her temple as if she had a headache. “I think he’s part of it, or something very similar. Whatever it is, it’s bad. His enemies disappear.” She whispered the last.

His gaze slid to hers. She was looking up at him with fear. With dismay.

“He can’t ever view you as the enemy, Andrii.”

His heart clenched in his chest. Softened. Bog. This woman. She lived in the lion’s den, but she worried about him, not herself.

“Are you safe?” He asked the most important question.

Her teeth tugged at her bottom lip for a moment. He was grateful she didn’t just assure him. She thought it over first.

“For now. I won’t be if I try to leave, which is why I’ve never given Alan the slightest inkling that I’m going to leave. He believes I’m working there to pay for my school and that I’ll always work for him. I want him to believe that.”

“You got in young and now you can’t get out.” He made that a statement.

She inclined her head. “That’s true. I had no idea what I was getting into when Quentin first introduced us. It seemed like fun, and I was a bit arrogant in those days, knowing I was good at something most adults couldn’t do.” She gave him a faint smile. “The hubris of the young.”

She was still young. A baby. She certainly had learned quickly.

“I’m working on an exit plan,” she volunteered.

Azelie had a tendency not to share anything about her life, but with him she disclosed personal things. He loved that. He loved that she gave him that. That intimacy was important to him. He needed her trust even when he hadn’t fully earned it.

“Tell me about it,” he invited.

She hesitated. Rubbed her temple again as if the headache might be more persistent than nagging. “It isn’t fully formed yet. Billows is so difficult. Moody. I sometimes wonder what personality I’m going to get when I see him. One moment he’s matter-of-fact, another time he’s rude and abrupt, and then he’s acting possessive and almost jealous.”

Alarm bells went off. Red flags. What the hell? Maestro felt possessive toward her, but Billows had no cause to exhibit that trait. Jealousy? Is that why Billows had a man on her? He wanted to ensure she didn’t date?

“He acts possessive and jealous? Is he into you?” He kept his voice mild, casual even, when he wanted to rip the man apart. He detested that he had to stay in the shadows and not claim Azelie. Not show Billows she was under his protection.

“He never was before. Last night and when he came to my apartment, he seemed…different. And he was parked by my bus stop near the coffee shop, waiting to offer me a ride to school. I was lucky a woman who goes to the college saw me and recognized I was uncomfortable. She played it off as if we were studying together. I don’t understand him, and I don’t want to understand him. I’m just keeping my head down until I can get out from under him safely.”

“Babe.” He waited until he felt her eyes on him. He glanced her way, letting their eyes meet. Letting her see what possessive really was. “There is no safe way to get away from Billows. You’re going to have to let me handle that.”

Her breath caught in her throat. It was audible, and the tension in the car grew so tangible you could cut it with a knife. She began to shake her head. “No, no, absolutely not. You have to promise me you’ll stay away from him. Promise me, Andrii. Nothing can happen to you.”

She hadn’t added “because of me.” She’d simply stated, “nothing can happen to you,” as if he was what mattered, not how she’d feel guilt afterward if Billows harmed him. She was killing him. So perfect when nothing ever was. He needed to talk to her. Make her understand what kind of a man she was dealing with. She might decide to bow out before they even got going, but he wouldn’t be taking off. He would make certain she got away from Billows safely. Billows didn’t have long to live, but that wasn’t something he could confide to her.

“You didn’t find the woman.” He went back to the original topic. They were close to their destination, and he wanted to get as much information as possible to pass on to his brothers.

“No. Once she stopped screaming it was impossible to find her. Billows came out of nowhere, furious with me that I left the office. I’d never seen him so angry. Frankly, he scared me. When I told him about hearing a woman screaming, he told me he was watching a horror movie and he’d left the door to his office cracked open. Does he think I’m incredibly stupid?” There was disgust in her voice. “That was no movie.”

“What do you mean he scared you?” Removing one hand from the wheel, he wrapped his long fingers around her wrist. He needed to touch her. Needed that connection.

“He can get intense when anyone crosses him. And he told me there were bombs down there, built into the floor.” She lowered her voice even more.

“Do you think he was trying to scare you? To keep you from wandering around down there?” He was damned certain that wasn’t the case. At least he had that information, and it would be critical for their mission to know about the floor being wired.