“Fucking Knight,” Hunter growled. “It figures that he’s involved in this.”
“Yeah, well, he tracked me down and practically begged me to do his dirty work for him.”
“What did he promise you?” Hunter asked.
I sighed and leaned back against the table. “He said that Cap could put forth a recommendation on my case.”
“You mean your DD?” Hunter surmised.
“Yeah. Not that it fucking matters now. The woman took off with the information I needed. Well, I assume she has the information.”
“Well, Knight’s hunting her down as we speak,” Florrie smirked. “He’s gonna beat her ass when he finds her.”
“Why?”
“Because she rammed her car into his wife’s to escape the property.”
I shook my head in disbelief. It shouldn’t shock me, but somehow, I was fucking surprised that she had the balls to do that. “Even I knew the first time I looked at Knight that he wasn’t someone you fucked with.”
“Yeah, well, she has him searching all over the fucking place for her. She screwed up big time when she ran.”
I stood from the bed, ignoring the pull in my side, and pulled the shirt over my head. When I looked down, I sighed at the large hole in my shirt and the dried blood that made me look like something out of a murder scene. I tore the shirt over my head and took the one that Alec held out to me in his hand. After pulling it over my head, I moved toward the door.
“Where are you going?” Hunter asked.
“To find Knight. I have to stop him from killing the woman.”
“Why would you do that?” Alec asked.
I shook my head. I wasn’t sure. The woman beat my ass, threw me through a window, and ran out of here when she should have stuck around. I didn’t owe Knight shit, but part of me felt responsible for what happened. I was the one that brought her here, and now I had to make sure that Knight didn’t kill her, and that he got the information he had been after to begin with.
“Call me crazy, but I don’t want her death on my conscience.”
“It’s your funeral,” Gabe said, stepping away from the door to let me through.
I felt someone behind me and glanced over my shoulder. Hunter was walking behind. “Is there a reason you’re following me?”
“Yeah, I don’t want Knight to end up dead.”
“And what makes you think that would happen?”
He snorted, shaking his head. “Normally, I wouldn’t think anyone could get to Knight. But then again, I’ve never seen a woman throw a grown man through a window.”
I sighed as we stepped up to the elevator. “Why do I have a feeling that’s going to be written on my gravestone?”
We made our way upstairs and into a conference room where Knight and Cap were arguing. Cap turned to me, his eyes flicking to my wound and then back to my face. “I’m kind of glad you decided not to join our team.”
“Why?” I asked curiously.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Knight asked. “You got your ass handed to you.”
I rolled my eyes, irritated that this was brought up again. I knew I would never live this down. I needed to just get the damn information back and get the fuck out of here. I would go back to living my sad existence, but at least I wouldn’t have to listen to this bullshit anymore.
“Look, it’s not like I got taken down by a four year old. The woman is trained by the fucking FBI, and if I had to guess, she knew what the hell she was doing long before she ever entered the academy.”
“Military?” Cap asked.
“No,” Hunter cut in. “She said she wasn’t, but she did fail to mention her name. Not sure how she knew your name and how to get here, but you didn’t think to get her name,” he said accusingly.
“I had been thrown through a fucking window. I was bleeding out.”
“You had a minor cut,” he scoffed.
“I had glass sticking out of my side,” I said incredulously.
“Yeah, around here we call that a cut,” Knight said. “If you don’t pass out immediately from blood loss, you pick up your shit and move on with the job.”
“You guys are not gonna believe this,” a guy said, storming into the room. Whoever he was, he wasn’t military, that much was clear.
“Ryan, what’s going on?” Cap asked.
“So, I was driving down the road, minding my own fucking business when I see this woman walking on the side of the road. So, I pull over to ask if she needs a ride, and she fucking snaps at me!”
“Because you offered her a ride?” Hunter asked.
“Right? Seriously, what is wrong with people nowadays. She pulled a fucking gun on me all because I was trying to help her.”
“What road was this on?” I asked curiously.
“Cemetery Road. Why? Are you in the mood to get bitched out?” Ryan asked.
I glared at Knight, who apparently was thinking the same thing I was. But why would Blake be walking down the road?
“Anyway, do you guys know where Lola is? She said she was going to be home an hour ago and I haven’t heard anything yet.”
“She’s in the training center,” Knight responded distractedly. I saw him pull out his phone and shoot off a text before returning to the conversation. Ryan walked out in search of his wife, leaving us alone again.
“Back to the job at hand, how is it that you didn’t get the information?” Knight asked.
“What I want to know is why you had Parker doing a job for you. Since when do you hand out jobs, Knight?” Cap asked.
I saw his jaw tighten in response. He didn’t want to give away anything yet, but if we had any hope of finding out what the fuck was going on, we needed to know what he knew.
Knight turned to me, his eyes hard and unforgiving. “I’m about
