have been
safe.”
He shook his head, not believing she
could even think that. “If you think I’d
ever leave you . . .” No fucking way.
“Who would be dumb enough to come
after you like that?” Kiernan wanted to get
straight to the heart of what had just
happened. Once he had a name, blood
would spill. Her pack could do whatever
they wanted, but he was taking care of her.
“I have no idea. There aren’t any other
packs in the area and I truly don’t think
anyone would be dumb enough to try to
take over my father’s territory.”
“What about your brothers? Any cases
they’re working on that might relate to
this?” Kiernan had done his homework on
the three Rodriguez brothers. One was in
vice, the other a detective, and the third
worked for a private security firm that
specialized in protecting high profile
supernatural and human clients.
She shrugged, the action so jerky he
knew she’d be coming down from her
adrenaline high soon. “I don’t know. I
need to call my mother.” Her voice
cracked on the last word and it was like a
spear through his heart.
Even though he hated to do it because it
meant she might be leaving him soon, he
slid out his cell and handed it to her since
hers had cracked during her struggle.
“Here. Do you want me to take you home
or do you want to go to my place?”
She looked at him, green eyes wide
with so many emotions. Confusion, fear,
and anger. “I . . .” Melina looked down at
herself, seeing the blood covering her
dress and coat, then looked back up at
him. “Your place. I can’t let my family see
my like this. They’ll go crazy. I’ll call
them once I get there.”
Though he wanted to reach out and
comfort her, he didn’t. Instead he slipped
the phone she returned to him back in his
pocket. There would be time enough to
soothe her once she was safe.
Taking a sharp turn, he cringed when
Melina let out a yelp and clasped on to the
door.
“Sorry, trying to make sure we’re not
being tailed.” It wasn’t common
knowledge where he lived since
relocating to Miami, so he wasn’t worried
about anyone waiting at his place to
ambush them—not that anyone should
know he’d been out with her in the first
place. “Did you tell anyone you were
going out with me?”
A sharp shake of her head. “Not you
specifically.”
That rankled him, but it would help
narrow down who had known of her
whereabouts. If he had to guess, someone
had been watching her neighborhood.
Even though Star Island was exclusive and
most people thought it was gated, it
wasn’t. Most people wouldn’t mess
around with the Rodriguez pack though.
They had their own form of security. But
that wouldn’t stop someone from watching
the entrance to the neighborhood and it
wouldn’t stop someone from following
Melina. They couldn’t have tailed her
home from work, because he had. Some
primal part of him had needed to make
sure she got home safe.
He’d kept his distance and figured she
had no clue, but that didn’t mean someone
hadn’t been watching her, looking for the
right opportunity. He didn’t think she’d
been a target for very long. If someone had
been watching her, he’d have known. A
dull throb spread through his skull as he
thought of all the possibilities of who
could be after her.
After driving all over Miami down
various side streets, through the
warehouse district, to Coconut Grove and
back, he finally pulled into a parking
garage three blocks from where he lived.
“This is where you live?” Melina
asked, the first thing she’d said in the past
half hour.
Hell, she’d probably been questioning
her decision to come with him but at least
she hadn’t asked him to take her home. He
would, even if it would go against every
possessive instinct he had.
“Not exactly. Take off your coat.” He
palmed the keys to his car.
“Excuse me?”
“It’s covered in blood. You can wear
mine to cover