Everything you need to know about Red.
Being a father to be, and in such a complicated moment of his professional life, Red has a lot to protect. He'll have to do the impossible in order to save the woman of his life from the murder accusations tha...
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I've been watching the GPS locator on my phone for almost an hour now, trying to keep track of Mia. She hasn't moved from Kenna's apartment up to now, but I can't find myself free from anxiety yet. And I think Marlow was right. This woman will be the death of me in so many ways, starting with a heart attack while I haven't even hit my forties yet.
Why does she have to meet Patrick when things were going almost perfectly for the trial tomorrow? What is it that she's going to do or say to make him grant her freedom tonight? I feel like I should do something to stop her, but yet another part of me wants to trust her and let her try doing things her way. So I'm stuck here, feeling like a fucking fool.
Sighing, I lower the phone onto my thigh and shut my eyes for a moment, trying to think of what I should do. Knowing Mia as I do, I believe she has an ace up her sleeves. She's impulsive, yes. Reckless even. But she's smart—so fucking smart that I wonder how much power she holds against Patrick Kingston and all other men around her, and that includes me.
I've never been on a woman's invisible leash before. It's been a foolish concept, really. But yesterday made me realize that I'm just a foolish man like any other. Just like the obsessive Patrick Kingston, I'm a victim of Mia Vera's bewitching spell and I wonder if there's any turning back if the idea of losing her terrifies me more than death and any other fear I've known in my thirty-five years of life.
When I heard Derek talking to her in such a raunchy tone—because I know that bastard wants her in one way or another—I felt a switch flicking inside me and the distasteful emotion began to overwhelm me. Maybe jealousy is the name, and I hate to think I'm possessive of her. No, I don't want to be that kind of a man even though I need her to be mine in every sense.
Another long breath escapes my nostrils as I recline back into the driver seat of my Jeep, and it's seven in the evening already. I think of the cold war between Patrick Kingston and his son, the kind of war I predicted a long time ago given the conflict of interest they have in one another for being mutually greedy and ambitious.
That's why I can't buy the bullshit that Derek Kingston wants to help Mia win the case out of goodwill. I may look like a selfish bastard for hating that he's getting too involved with her, which I don't care, but I won't drop it until I know what exactly he wants from her in return. Because there must be something he wants.
My disposable phone buzzes from the glove box, truncating my thoughts. Only one person calls me through this number—the person I'm yet to identify. He knows me but I don't, and I don't like this at all. But one thing is for sure by now; he's close to the Kingstons, and that's why my task last night was partly successful because of the information he gave me.
"I told you not to call me again unless you're ready to show yourself," I deadpan, my eyebrows jerked together into a frown.
"I'll show myself when the right time comes, Red. And if you didn't want me to call you, you'd have gotten rid of that phone already so I'll take the fact that you still have it as an implied partnership between us," he replies in that gentle, emotionless voice that makes me feel like I'm talking to a damn robot.
