32. Bad boy Josh

“They just left, Sir. Unscathed.”

“Those men aren’t stupid,” he gritted out. “Get in. Disarm them. I’m a minute away.”

“Want us to drill them, Sir?”

“No. I want to know who really sent them, and they’ll only tell you the first name that comes to their lips. They see me, they’ll know better than to bullshit.”

“’kay, Sir. On it.”

Josh hung up and glanced out the window just in time to see Dalia's convertible zing past his Bentley in the opposite direction. His heart constricted. She was driving.

Even as the car shot by, he noticed the black circles under her eyes and how unhealthily pale she was. When it came to her, all his senses were sharp. She was that important to him.

That she even had to spend time in a stinking jail cell made him hotheaded. He’d warned her about Devon, but he guess he should’ve warned her about her own best friends, too.

A few weeks back, he’d gotten wind of plans to clip Michael’s wings. The fool had painted a bull’s-eye on his forehead when he bragged to the