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from day one. She never should’ve married him in the first place. He’s a deadbeat. Used to hang around the clubhouse in Seattle, not useful for much. No job. Not really right in the head. But then, maybe that’s the draw. Nika has a soft heart. But she’s not in love with the clown.”
    He couldn’t keep the anger out of his voice as he yanked a decent pair of jeans from his dresser drawer. Eva had insisted on informal dress for the occasion.
    “Nollan treats her like a fuckin’ dog. Keeps her locked away over there. She quit her job and I know that was because of him. I know it. She’s a fucking accountant, V. She’s no dummy. Yet she now has allotted phone time to call me, for fuck’s sake. What the hell is that?” He threw his clothes onto the bed. “She refuses to leave him. And I wanna know why. She says there’s more going on than she’s willing to tell me. And before you ask, I don’t have any clue what it is. She doesn’t let a goddamn thing slip. Maybe he has a piece on the side and she wants to catch him in the act . . . ? I don’t know.”
    But he would soon. He wasn’t going to quit until he knew why his sister remained in that prison.

    Vincente sat in his Kombat T-98 outside a dive someone had had the balls to slap a blinking hotel sign on and listened to Caleb go off on his sister’s life. Before leaving the house, he’d used the laptop that sat open and running on the bar in the main room and, like some sort of stalker, he’d Googled arrival times for flights coming into JFK from SeaTac. He’d dispatched one of their boys to the airport and had landed here at the curb after Alesio had texted the couple’s final destination. For reasons he refused to delve into, Vincente needed a look at the husband.
    Just a look, to see what he was dealing with. Not that he’d be dealing, but whatever.
    Anger simmered through him now at hearing about Nika’s restricted life. “What else are you doing about it, Paynne?”
    Caleb’s voice over the line was a mix of pissed and more pissed. “I have Vex digging, like I said, but he’s coming up with bare bones. Nollan came from a messed-up family. Parents and brother dead. Haven’t found out how yet. Never married before. Rap sheet was nothing but petty crimes—theft, B&E, one charge of resisting arrest. But that doesn’t mean much. There could be shit he got away with.”
    No doubt. Vincente’s fingers itched to dial Maksim, their resident IT whiz who could hack anything. “Why don’t you just take her back?” Like I would have done with my sister had I been able to find her.
    “Tried that once. Went to Seattle a month after their Vegas quickie. I told her we were going for a drive and brought her straight to SeaTac. Planned on coming to New York and holing up with Vex until the storm passed. But, man, V, the look in her eyes. I thought it was a you’re-taking-me-from-my-man thing at first, but then she freaked out, started crying, begging me to take her back, said I was ruining everything. My sister isn’t a crier. Unless she sees an animal with something broken.” A familiar brotherly affection had entered his tone, layering over the heavy concern. “She’s the strongest woman I know. Or used to be. She’s different now. And that burns my ass. Lately she seems skittish. And tired. She made me swear on our parents’ memory that day out front of the airport that I’d leave things alone, and a dozen times after. I’m breaking those promises right now.”
    Vincente’s anger bubbled at the thought of that beauty having anything to fear. Or any woman, for that matter. But something about this sitch was off. Way off. And he’d wasted nearly a month dicking around when he could have been doing something about it.
    “What time are they going tonight?” To the wedding he was dreading as much as he was anticipating. Dreading, because he was giving away his best friend. Anticipating, because he was giving away his best friend to a woman