Hans (Alliance #4)

“And what?” I ask. “You want us to just take care of your little problem? You make too many enemies out there slitting throats that you can’t kill them all on your own anymore?”

I can hear his sigh. And it’s annoying.

“I don’t need a rent-a-militia. I just need this guy ID’d quickly. Dom owes me a favor. Dom is Alliance. You are Alliance…” He trails off.

“SoIowe you a favor?” I growl into the phone.

“That’s kinda how it works.”

I might be back to hating Hans.

“Look,” he starts with a placating tone that doesn’t do anything to lift my annoyance. “If I had the time to drive to Chicago and dump the body onto Dom’s private elevator, I’d do that. But I’m kind of in a hurry. And I thought maybe we could be friends.”

Not missing the way he casually mentioned that he knows how Dom’s penthouse is set up, I let out a loud groan and make it last for several seconds before I reply. “Fine, dick. But if you want me to call you tomorrow with information, you’ll need to send me your fucking number.”

I hang up before he has a chance to try and recite his number to me. This isn’t a fucking spy movie. If he does that, I won’t remember shit, and he’ll never get what he wants.

And neither will we.

I heave out a breath and dial another number.

“What?” Dom answers on the third ring.

“Get your ass to Minnesota.”

CHAPTER71

Cassie

I absently tracemy thumbs back and forth on Hans’s hand.

I can accept that I have no idea what’s going on, but clearly, I’ve found myself in the middle ofsomething.

Everything I’ve overheard rolls around in my mind as we quickly drive toward the faint lights of downtown Minneapolis off in the distance.

I couldn’t find my way back to where we just were if I tried. But considering Hans called it a kill house, and that Karmine woman basically told Hans to get away from it quickly, that’s probably for the best.

I also think about Karmine’s comment about Hans being back home.

I decide to just ask. “That was you in Mexico, right?”

I look up and watch Hans work his jaw for a moment before he sighs. “That was me.”

“And you just so happened to be there? In the same city as me. Right behind our bus. Even though you made no mention of going on such a trip when you dropped me off at the airport?”

His fingers flex around mine. “Yeah, well, I told you to be careful.”

“Me?!” Indignation fills my chest. “How much more careful could I have been? I was sitting on a bus.”

“Sitting on a bus in one of the most dangerous cities in the world.”

I toss my hands up. “That was for?—”

“Don’t,” Hans snaps.

I think he’s yelling at me for arguing with him, but his hand darts up to grab mine. Then he forcefully presses my palm into his thigh. Making me touch him.

Hisdon’twas because I let go of his hand.