Anna jumps down from the sink unit and straightens her black silk dress. “Then you’re stupid. I’m doing what I have to, to survive. You need to do the same.” She heads for the door.
“I’m coming for you, Anna. You and Malia.”
She pauses with her back to me and her hand on the door. “I don’t want you to, Finn. We’ve said too much, you’ve said too much, and you hurt me.” My name on her lips makes me shudder. She continues. “Ziggy will be returned to you tonight. Michelle is still locked up somewhere. He’s using her to push you out. Keep everyone close. He’s still watching the club and he’ll take anyone he can use to win this war.”
“What if I was to take you,” I mutter, moving behind her and wrapping my hand gently around her throat. “Right now,” I whisper into her ear.
“Then he’d kill Ziggy. He realized quickly that our bond wasn’t enough to get you to leave London. That’s why I have to play along. If I’m no use to him, he’ll kill me.”
“Tell him the warehouse is being watched by the cops. It’ll gain his trust. Wait until I have Ziggy back before you tell him.”
She glances over her shoulder at me. “You need his trust.” I run my hand along her collarbone and down her chest. She closes her eyes and I know she feels my erection pressing against her ass. I slip my hand into her dress and into her bra, and she hisses. “This is for emergencies,” I whisper, leaving a small cell phone in her bra. “It’s small enough to hide anywhere. And just for the record, I’m sorry for what I said. I was pissed. But I meant what I said about you being mine, Anna. No words, no argument can break that. So, I’ll be coming for you and then I’ll make you listen to me properly.” I unlock the door and step out of view as she rushes out.
I re-join Chains and the women. “Everything okay?” he asks.
“I saw Anna,” I whisper in a low voice so only he can hear me. “Ziggy will be returned tonight. I gave her information about the cops raiding the warehouse,” I add.
His eyes almost bug out of his head. “Fuck, Riggs, are you thinking straight?”
“Are you questioning me?” I ask, raising my brow. He shakes his head. “Good. She needs to build trust with him. The mayor will need to find another way to bring him down.”
Reggie glides towards me with Anna on his arm. He gives a smug smile. “Good evening, boys,” he says.
“Where’s Ziggy?” I snap. “We did what you asked.”
“Follow me,” he says and smiles. His hand slips down to Anna’s ass as they lead us outside. He takes us out into the parking lot, where there’s a black minivan with dark windows waiting by the entrance. “There’s a further shipment coming in tomorrow. Let me know when it’s clear for the boat to dock,” says Reggie. He taps the side of the van and the driver steps out.
“Too much traffic at the docks will attract attention. It can’t be a daily drop-off point,” I say.
“You’ll make it work,” says Reggie firmly.
“Just give me my kid,” I growl. The driver opens up the side door to Ziggy lying lifeless on a mattress. Anna gasps and covers her mouth. “What the fuck is wrong with him?” I yell, moving to the van. Reggie pulls out a gun and points it at my head. I freeze.
“Do we have a deal, Riggs?” asks Reggie.
“Reg, please. Stop this,” whispers Anna, glancing around nervously.
Reggie grins at her. “What did you say to me?” There’s a dangerous edge to his voice. “Are you defending this piece of shit?” he asks, clicking the safety clip of the gun.
I press my head against the gun and stare hard into Reggie’s eyes. “Do it,” I growl. “Let’s see how you get your shit into the docks without me.”
He smiles with ease, then pulls Anna into his side and turns the gun on her. She closes her eyes and grips the hand that holds her tightly. “Maybe I need to start pulling the trigger on the people you love,” he says.
I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t want her now she’s fucked you. I’m bored with these games, Reggie. I’ll bring your goods in tomorrow, but if it alerts the cops, that’s on you, I’ve tried to warn you.”
Reggie shoves Anna away from him and she stumbles and falls to the ground. I ball my fists, desperate to beat the shit out of him and to scoop Anna up from the ground. Instead, I reach into the van and gather up my son. He doesn’t stir but he’s breathing.
Chapter Seventeen
Anna
We arrive home and I go straight upstairs to check on Malia. She’s sleeping soundly. I remove the small cell from my bra and hide it deep in Malia’s wardrobe. Reggie never comes in here, so it should be safe. I move to the bathroom to wash up the cuts to my hands and knee, which I grazed when I fell. “Get undressed,” mutters Reggie as he steps into the bathroom behind me. I glare at him through the mirror.
“You pointed a gun at my head,” I snap.
“You should be thankful I didn’t pull the trigger,” he quips.
“Where’s Michelle?” I ask coldly. “Why didn’t you give her back to Riggs?”
“Michelle is enjoying her stay. She’s earning her keep well and is proving popular with my customers.”
“What are you talking about?”
He pulls his cell from his pocket and holds it out to me. I watch the screen as a video recording begins to play. I recognize Michelle, naked and laughing as she leans over a table and snorts a line of white powder. A man snakes a hand around her throat and licks her face. Another man slaps her across the face, then she
