Chapter 508 Chapter 508
Tripp opened the door an inch and looked out it, then stepped back to let York come in. Right behind him was a man he’d seen around several times in the last few years, but he’d never spoken to him.
Before he could speak, Amari jumped off the bed and rushed over.
“Ash,” she smiled at him, “is that for me?”
Asher held out the bag in his hand, “Zain got it to us before we left.”
She took the bag and looked in it then grinned at him, “he got some of my stuff.”
“He was waiting for them when they got back with your van.”
She set the bag down and reached in it, “yes, clothes.”
Tripp stood by the door and watched her take a few items out of the bag, his eyebrows raising when she pulled out a smooth gun case and another case that could only hold knives. What did she need more knives for? When she pulled out a package that crinkled, she turned and grinned at Asher, then hugged it to her chest.
“Z rocks.” She held the package up.
Gummy bears? Her team director had sent her gummy bears.
“Here’s your new phone.” Asher held it out.
She already had the bag opened and jammed several of the bears in her mouth. Taking the phone, she grinned over at the man still tied to the chair, “told you I eat bears for breakfast.” She smirked and then went and sat on the bed and tapped the screen on the phone.
Tripp watched Darrel look slowly from her to York, “please get me out of here.”
York’s eyebrows went up, then he looked over at Tripp, amusement in his eyes.
When he turned to Asher, he watched the expression on his face change to shock as he watched Amari. He turned to look at Tripp, and his gaze went right to his neck. Shit. He’d seen the bite. His eyes connected with Tripp’s, and he could see the questions. Clearing his throat, Tripp went over and picked up Darrel’s bag. “His wallet is in here; we’re keeping the phone for the pickup location.”
When he turned around York was untying Darrel. When he got to his back, he glanced over at him. “Wire?”
Tripp held the bag out to Asher, “keeps them from getting any ideas.”
“I don’t need it.” Darrel said and looked from York to Amari, then back, “just get me out of here.”
Amari looked up from the phone and smiled at him, “remember what I said, they’ll hunt you down and carve you up,” she shrugged, “or I will.”
Darrel nodded and then watched York pull zip ties from his pocket. He nodded his head again but didn’t say a word as York replaced the wire with the plastic ties.
Tripp put his hand over his mouth to cover the grin. Seeing how scared the large man was of Amari was not something he was ever going to forget.
“I’ll get him loaded up.” York went by Asher and out the door with him.
Asher swung Darrel’s bag to his back and looked over at Amari, “are you sure you don’t want us to hang back and lend a hand when you get the information for the meet-up?”
Amari popped a gummy into her mouth and shook her head, “I got special operations with me,” she motioned to Tripp, “we’re good.”
Asher gave Tripp a slow once over, then nodded his head, “keep the team in the loop.”
“Will do,” she tilted her head and smirked, “were there bets?”
Asher’s smile was slow, “Gia won, she said you’d get revenge on them.”
“That’s my girl.” She motioned to the door, “just get him back before they know shit went South.”
He nodded and turned toward the door.
Tripp opened it for him, then followed him out and closed it. He didn’t know the man but could feel the hostility coming off him. York stood beside the van with the door open, but he was looking around and not at them.
Asher stepped off the curb and turned to look at him, “I don’t know what’s going on, but she better be fucking happy at the end of it.”
Tripp crossed his arms over his chest. Did he attempt to explain it to him or just nod his head? “Her sense of smell was damaged when they poured gas on her,” he glanced at the door, “we’ll work it out.” The look in his eyes didn’t change, it was cold and reeked of vengeance, making Tripp wonder what he’d been through to put it there. “I’ll make sure she’s happy or die trying.” It dawned on him as the words came out of his mouth that he meant it. He’d never felt like that about anyone in his life, aside from his mother and sister.
Asher snuffed out a breath as an animal would, “if she’s not happy, she’ll kill you herself.” He inclined his head to him and then turned to get in the driver’s side of the van.
Tripp watched them drive away. “Don’t I know it.” He whispered into the night. Inhaling a slow deep breath, he blew it out all at once and then turned to go back inside. She’d be going for a run now that their guest was gone, and then the real struggle would begin. His cat moved inside him. they were both in the same place, what if the female rejected them—then what? He had no idea but wondered if he should find some remote place and hide from her wrath.