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Chapter 8

Work in security for long enough, and you get used to waiting. Half the time, you're on high alert while scanning for any active danger, and the rest you might spend sitting outside a hotel while your client snorts coke off a hooker's ass.

Some jobs suck.

Some aren't bad.

When I got saddled with Sparrow Cavanaugh three years ago, I thought it was Ranger punishing the fuck out of me. Only, I had no idea what I'd done wrong. Since then, it's become obvious I wasn't being penalized.

Ranger genuinely trusted me to keep the one person he actually gives a fuck about alive. I didn't completely fail, but I did fuck it up so epically that I didn't even fight when he dragged me down to that fucking basement.

My jaw clenches as I get a look at the face attached to the man with his arm around Sparrow.

How utterly fucking shocking.

Raiden Michaels supposedly died a little over two years ago, and now he's sporting dual sparrow tattoos on either side of his neck.

I bet the naughty little omega just eats that up. She's got her claim marked clearly for all the world to see, even if she no longer goes by Sparrow Cavanaugh.

Apparently, they're sharing a date night. I already knew they're fucking. That much is clear when you get a look at them together, but up until now, I've only seen them outside the club they work at and going in and out of her apartment.

They aim for his truck in the parking lot of the fancy restaurant. He really should be more focused on the threats he could face in the environment. The way he shoves his tongue into her mouth says he doesn't have a care in the world. They reach his vehicle, and he holds the door open for her as she climbs in.

He better enjoy it.

As soon as I get my hands on that motherfucker…

He's dead.

Except for real, this time.

Getting a membership to the High Roller was the hardest part of my mission yet. I made sure to handle that on Sparrow's day off to ensure we wouldn't run into each other.

Music pounds around the dance floor, making it difficult to hear the ringing phone held to my ear.

"Kane." Ranger answers the call in his normal bored and disinterested tone. "You know we have a date in just under two months."

A shiver runs down my goddamn spine. That lunatic is one step past crazy if he thinks I'll ever willingly step inside his basement again.

I hate thinking about when Sparrow disappeared.

Ranger stuck me in his basement for a month, but he didn't torture me.

He didn't even touch me, but the things I saw…

Well, let's just say that I'd have to try my luck at taking his ass out before I let him lock me up down there again.

"I've got her," I grind out, trying to shake away those memories. "Let me rephrase that. I've got my eyes on her right this very moment, but you'll never believe who's with her."

"Who?"

"That merc the Andrettis hired to track her down. Only, he's alive and well, and from the looks of it, very well acquainted with Sparrow."

"Is that right?" he asks.

"Yes."

"And where are you now?"

"Vegas. There's a club called the High Roller. I've got a source who says she works in the high-roller room. From the looks of it, it's an all-purpose club. It's not just gambling. I'm pretty sure it doubles as a sex club."

"You're telling me my little sister is willingly working in a sex club?"

"Yeah, but she serves drinks and watches for card counters." I tell him the info I got from her roommate.

"And Raiden Michaels found Sparrow?" Ranger asks. "He didn't complete the bounty put on her by the Andrettis, but he also failed to notify me?"

"Yup. He obviously faked his own death," I say what we're both thinking.

"And you don't believe he's a threat to her?" he asks.

My head tilts as the merc formally known as Raiden Michaels slides his hand up the back of Sparrow's flirty little club dress.

It would be dumb to admit that I found her five days ago.

That might push Ranger over the edge, but from the looks of it, Michaels isn't a threat to her at all.

"It doesn't appear he is," I say cautiously.

"You know I've just announced to the world who I've got in my home." Ranger sighs. "I'm expecting a full-scale assault by the two remaining Andretti brothers at any time."

"Right," I agree.

Ranger somehow ended up with the older Andretti's ex-girlfriend—or something of that nature. I don't know all the details, and truthfully, I don't want to.

"Bringing Sparrow home might not be the best course of action until they're neutralized once and for all?—"

"Do you want me to approach her?" I ask, licking my lips.

I wouldn't mind taking out that fucker with his hand on her ass and his other buried in her pussy as they grind together on the dance floor.

Sparrow and I have a reckoning coming.

She shot me, stole my car, and left me to tell her psychopathic fucking brother all about it. She's going over my knee before all of this is over.

"Hmm, not yet. She'll likely attempt to run if she spots you," Ranger says like he's thinking something through. "I have an old friend in Vegas. He owes me a favor of the serious variety. From what I've heard, he's amassed quite the name for himself recently. Let me touch base with him. It seems, his marker has come due."

"So, watch but don't engage until you tell me otherwise?" I ask.

"Exactly. No close contact. Watch from afar and ensure she's safe. Text me all the information you have, and I'll call you back." He hangs up as I glare at Michaels.

He's got a new name now, but the face is impossible to miss. He leans down and nips Sparrow's lower lip.

My fury reaches dangerous proportions.

I've spent the last three years searching for her.

I knew she was a scent match the day I met her, but she was barely more than a kid back then. Technically, she was legal, but she was also a fucking teenager, and it didn't sit right with me. So, I scared away any little assholes who got too close and kept a fair amount of distance between the two of us.

Ranger would have slit my throat while I slept if I had touched her back then.

I'm still shocked he didn't torture me at all when I lost her. No, he just made me watch while he worked. Watching Ranger work was enough to put the fear of God into me. I saw what he did to every foot soldier he managed to snatch from the Andrettis.

My stomach rolls as I glance away from Sparrow and Raiden Michaels.

I fucked up majorly back then, but Ranger gave me a second chance. He knows how I feel about her. He didn't murder me on the spot, so I'm pretty sure that was his version of giving me his blessing.

Or maybe I'm delusional, but under no circumstances will I be wasting my second chance.

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