He went on, “I’ll cut to the chase, babe. The last on this list is Rock Chick Revolution, the story of Ally and Ren.”
Fuck!
Chills slid down my spine and I whispered, “Our story hasn’t been written.”
“Babe, our story isn’t a story,” Ren clipped.
This was true.
“They have them all?” I asked.
“Every last one,” he answered.
“This isn’t good, Ren,” I said quietly.
“No, babe. It is not fuckin’ good. It’s really not fuckin’ good. You and your girls got eyes on you from somewhere and I don’t need my woman to have eyes on her. I also don’t need eyes on me. Especially not now.”
Especially not now. What did he mean by that?
I opened my mouth to ask, but he got there before me.
“Your brother on this?” he asked.
“Which one?” I asked back.
“I don’t give a fuck. One, the other, but both would be better,” he answered.
“Well, we were kind of busy freaking so I’m uncertain that information has filtered down. Though, Fortnum’s is wired to Lee’s offices so I expect incoming Hot Bunch imminently.”
Ren was silent.
“Zano?” I called.
“That place is wired?” he asked in a scary soft voice.
Oh man.
“Well…” I paused. “Yeah.”
“How long has it been wired?”
Oh man!
“Uh… since Indy’s thing.”
The receiver was not at his mouth when he bit out, “Fuckin’ fuck me,” but I still heard it.
He came back to me and asked caustically. “You think you might have wanted to mention that?”
“Zano, you’ve hardly ever been here,” I pointed out.
“You think your girls haven’t discussed my shit, your shit, our shit, my shit with Ava and anything in between?” he returned.
Hmm.
He had a point.
I heard the roar of a bike, looked that way and saw Vance approaching on his Harley.
I watched Vance (Vance was very watchable), but into the phone, I said, “I need to call Brody, get him on it, see if the feeds were hacked.” My eyes on Vance, and particularly the unhappy expression he was wearing, I told Ren, “Vance just got here, and I’m getting the sense this is not a random drop in. I’ll phone Lee and Hank after Brody, but I suspect they’re already on it and likely both heading this way.”
“I’m also on it,” Ren told me. “This shit needs to get shut down. You see your brother, Ally, you tell him he needs to find the source before me. Are you with me, babe?”
I had a feeling I was, though I thought it might be prudent to get particulars.
“Maybe we can discuss this tonight over dinner,” I suggested.
Vance was in the store and my eyes were aimed down Broadway, where I spotted a black Porsche approaching.
Luke.
“I’m not in the mood to cook,” Ren replied. “I’ll pick up Chinese.”
“That works for me. But I can also pick it up,” I offered.
“That works for me,” Ren agreed. “You know what I like.”
I was feeling weird, freaked, something was gnawing at my gut, but still, Ren pointing out I knew his Chinese preference still made my insides warm.
