“You two can leave. I’ll take care of the rest.”
Glancing at Drake, Henry almost felt sorry for him. He remembered Lydia’s bruised cheek, and that took any kind of pity he felt for the bastard and knocked it dead.
“Call if he gives us anything,” Caleb said.
“Will do. He’s not going to be seeing death for some time.”
They exited the warehouse and headed toward the car. Henry had picked Caleb up at the beginning of the day.
“Well, that was enlightening,” Caleb said.
“I don’t think it was enlightening, more like fucking frightening.” Henry shuddered. “What the fuck do we know about Elijah?”#p#分页标题#e#
“That we shouldn’t fuck with him. I tell you, I don’t want to ever be in one of his chairs in that warehouse. Fuck that.” Caleb pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. “You can drop me off at my house. I’ve got the rest of the night planned with Donna.”
“Who’s having Luke?” Henry asked.
Caleb groaned. “Okay, I’m going to spend the rest of the night with my woman and my son. When he’s asleep I’ll fuck my woman just the way she likes.”
Henry chuckled. This was another reason why he didn’t want kids. He was a selfish bastard and didn’t want to share Lydia with anyone.
“Stop gloating. It doesn’t look good on you.”
“Actually, it does look good on me.” Henry glanced over at his friend.
“Have you started painting again?” Caleb asked.
“No.” Henry faced the road. No one but Caleb knew about his need to paint. This was insane for him to even be thinking about.
“Are you going to open up to Lydia?”
“I don’t know, man. Shit, it’s still in the early stages.” And he’d not even looked at his paintings. They were stored away in the room that he kept locked.
Lydia hadn’t asked about the room yet, which he was thankful for. He didn’t know what he was going to say to her.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring it up.”
“Yeah, you did.” Henry ran a hand down his face keeping the other on the steering wheel. The past was still there, in the past. He didn’t want to bring it into his future.
“Forget I mentioned anything. Send me a text or something to let me know if Lydia’s okay. Donna will go out of her mind with worrying.”
Nodding, he waited for his friend to be inside his home before steering out of the gated entrance. Glancing in the rearview mirror he saw the gates were closed before he even got a few feet. Caleb never risked his woman or his son’s life. Could he do that? Keep Lydia and a child safe even in his world. The whole idea felt foreign to him. Why was he thinking about kids? He didn’t want kids. The problem was Lydia. If she wanted kids, then so did he.
Their lives were dangerous, and Caleb employed two bodyguards to assist Donna when she wanted to go out. Henry didn’t employ anyone as he could handle himself. They were getting deeper and deeper into this world, and it would only be a matter of time before he had to consider guards. Should he put a guard on Lydia?
Driving toward the center of the city took time. The roads were busy, and all he wanted to do was find out how Lydia was healing up.
He wondered what she’d have ready for dinner. Lydia could cook and not those packet mixes either. She cooked everything from scratch, and the food was to die for. He loved walking into the apartment with her cooking.
When he’d gone back to her apartment, he’d started packing it all away, bringing more of her stuff to his space. He hoped by the time she was fully healed she’d be all but moved into his apartment. In the trunk of the car he held another three boxes of her stuff. The landlord wanted rent payment by the end of the month. He hoped to have her apartment empty by that time and anything they didn’t need put in to storage for her to decide on what to keep and what not to.
By the time he pulled up into the parking lot, it was dark, and he checked his cell phone to see no missed calls or texts. He didn’t like this. The doctor should have given her the all clear.
Going to the trunk, he piled the three boxes onto each other. They were light, and it didn’t take much strength to hold. He’d brought her cookbooks to the apartment earlier. Her collection wasn’t large, and he intended to rectify that by buying her plenty of books. She could cook, and he’d never been interested in the kitchen.#p#分页标题#e#
Locking the car, he made his way over to the building, resting the boxes against the wall as he got into the building. He made his way over to the elevator, nodding at the man on the reception.