Cannon’s heavy hands lift off my shoulders. He spears me with a glare and says nothing before turning and walking toward the entrance of the Upper Ten.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I don’t dare do anything but follow him. Emotion rolls off him in nearly visible waves, and all I can think is,Thank you, God. It’s been a good ride. Whatever happens next, I know I brought it on myself.
Cannon strides back into the entryway, and Grice opens the door for us.
“Boss, you want me to let Mr. Casso know you’re on your way?”
“No.”
Cannon’s clipped reply causes Grice’s head to jerk back.
“But he said it was urgent. Sounded important. You might want to—” Grice stops speaking when Cannon’s head swings toward him.
“I’ll handle it. Hold down the fort. Tell Letty she’s on her own. If she needs help, call Stefano in.”
With that, Cannon stalks out of the Upper Ten and punches the elevator call button.
I stop six feet away from him, and as soon as the door closes quietly behind me, Cannon’s gaze sharpens to an even more vicious point. I open my mouth, not even sure what I’m going to say, but he holds up a hand.
“Don’t say a fucking word until I tell you to.”
Whatever happens next, I already know my life will never be the same.
47
Cannon
Just seeing her has the ice encasing my rage thawing, and by the time we reach my car in the garage, it’s growing hotter and hotter. I walk to the passenger door and practically rip it off its hinges.
“Get in.”
Drew—no, Memphis—presses her lips together hard, flattening them. Lips I’ve kissed. Lips that have told me more lies than anyone has ever managed. Just looking at her makes me want to break something.
She opens her mouth, and I glare at her.
“Not gonna say it again. Get in the fucking car and don’t say a goddamned word.”
To her credit, her eyes don’t well up with crocodile tears. That’s something, at least.
She slides inside, and I slam the passenger door. Rounding the front, I barely stop myself from putting a fist-sized dent in the cherry-red hood.
Women. They’re going to be the fucking death of me. That’s one thing I know for sure.
Warren pops his head out of who the hell knows where. “Boss? Can I drive you somewhere?”
“No.”
“Mr. Casso was looking for you. He called my cell, checking to see if you were with me.”
I grip the chrome door handle until the metal should threaten to bend. “I’ll find him when I’m ready.”
Warren’s gray eyebrows shoot up to his receding hairline. “He said it was urgent, Boss. He sounded serious.”
I release the handle and take three steps toward him. I’ve always wondered if I could trust Warren, and my confidence is dropping with every moment.
“You didn’t see me. Got it? If I find out you told him you saw me, you won’t ever want to fucking see me again.”