When He's Wild (Walker Security Adrian’s Trilogy #3) - Lisa Renee Jones Page 0,1

his headphones. “Paraphrasing, of course,” he adds, “but that’s what she wanted to say. He sat down, told her he was there at her parents’ request and that they wanted her to drop the case. She said no.”

“And now she’s getting up,” I say, “She’s leaving.”

My relief is short-lived as Lucifer expands the view and homes in on a bald man near the entrance of the restaurant. The same man we’d seen visit Pri’s father via Blake hacking their security footage. A man we believe works for Waters. Adam steps between Pri and the bald man and closes in on the bald man. Pri smartly halts and turns on her heel, fleeing toward the bar area in the rear of the restaurant.

“The bathroom is to the side of the bar,” Lucifer says. “If we’re lucky, and she’s as smart as I think she is, she’s about to lock herself inside the bathroom and stay there until we come for her.”

“That’s exactly what she’ll do,” I say, confident Pri is indeed smart and better yet, she has common sense, but she needs backup. Adam’s now distracted. And distract and then attack is exactly how Waters operates. “Where the hell is Beckham?”

Lucifer shifts the view, and Beckham, who is at a table on the opposite side of the restaurant from Adam, is standing, about to make a move when a waiter holding a tray of food literally trips and falls into him. Distract and attack, I think. “That was no accident,” I say.

Blake must agree because he says, “I’m going in,” moving toward the door, but pointing at me. “Stay here or I swear I’ll kill you for them.” He exits the van and shuts me back inside with Lucifer.

It takes all the discipline I own not to follow him. But damn it to hell, he’s right about the risk of me being arrested. It’s not an accident that Logan is here and Logan is the one who helped trump up an arrest warrant against me for killing my brother. And he did so for one reason: to get me in jail and kill me before I can testify against Waters, the King Devil.

This could be a trap.

It most likely is a trap.

One Pri’s parents helped set, even if done so indirectly and unintentionally, or at least her father did. He’s the one who acts like yet another King Devil and treats Pri like a servant.

And I thought my brother was a bastard.

We’d already be on a plane out of this city and to someplace safer, but Pri was worried about her family. She’s here to convince her parents to go into hiding. And what does she get in exchange for her concern? This shit.

I force my gaze back to the camera and watch Pri disappear behind the bar into a hallway. All should be well except for one thing: Logan follows her.

“Fuck,” I curse, scrubbing a hand through my hair. “That’s it. I don’t trust that bastard. I’m going to get her.” I head for the door.

“You’re an idiot,” Lucifer snaps as I slide the door open. “At least use the rear exit door in the alley which protects you from the cameras, but that’s about all. This is a trap, Adrian. Someone is waiting on you back there.”

“Let’s hope it’s Deleon,” I say of Waters’ right-hand man, who also plays the role of assassin. “I deserve a second chance to wipe him off the face of the earth.”

Lucifer tosses a random baseball hat at me, most likely a part of Adam’s arsenal of disguises. “Wear that,” he orders. “You still look like you or your popstar brother, asshole. Not a good way to blend in. You’re on the run. Act like it. Shave the goatee and that mass of hair on your head. Or at least dye it. Do something to hide.”

“You sound like a nagging mom,” I say, snatching up the hat where it now lays by my feet. It’s already on my head and pulled low, when he adds, “And you’re the little bitch that turned me into my mother.”

But I’ve already tuned him out. Saving Pri is all that I can think of right now.

I hop out of the van and shut Lucifer inside.

Discretion means exuding confidence and blending with the crowd. I shut the van door and my weapon stays at my side, hidden by the light jacket the fall season allows me to utilize for cover. I don’t even think about pulling it. Not