OWN HER: A Dark Mafia Romance(149)

“Thanks for the heads up, Sasha,” he said, and I heard that fatherly tone I’d been needing to hear from him since this whole thing started.



“No problem, Fang. It’s the least I can do,” I told him.



“It’s more than you realize. Are you safe? Are you okay?” he asked.



I thought about his question. I’d felt safer than ever while I was at Cole’s apartment with him. I felt like there was nothing to worry about, but as I was giving up his plans to Fang, I realized I was probably putting myself in danger.



“I’m safe for now,” I said, “but if they show up wherever they’re going, and you’re not there, Cole is going to know I ratted him out to you. I’m not going to be safe then.”



“No, you won’t be. Let me ask you this, are you ready to come home, Sasha?”



“I am.” I sighed, realizing that no matter how safe or comfortable I felt sleeping against Cole’s magnificent body, I wasn’t truly at home. Under Fang’s protection, and with him looking after me, that was the only time I was truly at home.



“Well, do you want me to send someone to pick you up?” he asked me. As I listened to the way he talked to me, like a father talking to his daughter, I was reminded of all the things he’d done for me over the years. He’d been there for me the way a father would have been. He’d looked after me like I was his own and not just his employee.



Before I could answer, there was something I needed to know.



“Cole thinks you were behind the guys who attacked me in the park the other day,” I said carefully, uncertain on how to approach the topic.



“You were attacked?” he asked. He sounded shocked. “Was that why you weren’t there when I showed up? I didn’t know what had happened to you.”



“Yeah, when I showed up, there were three guys in black suits waiting for me, with another in the car. Only the driver and one other made it out. Cole and a few guys from the MC showed up to handle it. They shot two of them dead, and caught the third one in the leg. The driver never got out of the car,” I told him.



“Damn. I hope you know I would never do anything like that, Sasha, but let him think what he wants. It won’t matter anymore after today. I’m sending someone to pick you up,” he said.



“But I haven’t told you where the apartment building is,” I protested.



“You think I can’t figure out where Cole Masterson lives?” he asked, laughing. “Have you forgotten who I am so quickly, Sasha? Of course I know where you are. I’ll have someone around back in about an hour,” he told me. “Be there.”



The line disconnected.



The knife was planted firmly in Cole’s back now, and in an hour’s time, I knew I was going to give it a pretty good twist by leaving the apartment with Fang.



“What are you doing, Sasha?” I asked myself. The thing was I didn’t know anymore. My loyalty was split between two men.



I grabbed a glass from the cupboard, filled it with ice, and took the whiskey bottle from Cole’s liquor cabinet. I needed a drink to steady my nerves before I sealed my fate with Cole. The whiskey burned all the way down, burning the edge off of my decision. I thought about pouring another glass. I unscrewed the cap and tilted the bottle over.



“No,” I said aloud to the bottle. “One’s enough.”



Something in Fang’s voice hit me. He’d been too calm, too confident in himself. He already knew where I was before I called. He already knew I was okay. He knew why I hadn’t shown up at the park. But there was no way he could have been behind the attack, unless he was the driver. Or, unless he sent those men to get me.



If it hadn’t been Fang, I didn’t know who else it could have been. No one else could have known where I was going and when I would have been there.



I had an hour. If I called Cole to tell him Fang was on to him, I would out myself as a spy, a double agent as Fang had put it. If I didn’t call him, he would find out when he showed up to an empty hideout. At the same time, I would have the opportunity to address my issues with Fang if I didn’t call Cole.



I’d locked myself into place on this job. I left myself no choice but to let Fang give Cole the slip so that I could get to Fang and find out what the fuck was going on. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed Cole had been right about the attack at the park. Fang had led me right to it. He’d probably even sent the guys himself.



My blood was boiling.



I searched Cole’s apartment for a spare gun. I didn’t like guns, and never carried one. I’d never felt the need. My body was usually all I needed to get out of just about any situation. Between the martial arts training Fang had provided and sex, men were pretty helpless against me, but I was talking about going up against Fang now. I needed a weapon besides my fists and ass. He would have expected one, and he wouldn’t fall for the other.