The second Roman said ATF hit the warehouse every trace of warmth disappeared from Knox instantly. The atmosphere inside my apartment shifted from soft and intimate to pure survival mode so fast it almost gave me whiplash.
Knox was already pulling jeans on before the call even ended.
“How bad?” He snapped on the phone.
“Bad enough.” Roman said as his voice crackled back rough with fury.
My stomach twisted hard while I grabbed my hoodie from the floor.
“Anyone arrested?” Knox demanded.
“Not yet. But they tore the place apart.” Roman growled.
“You stay here.” Knox said ending the call before looking toward me sharply.
“You really do enjoy repeating things I ignore.” I said staring at him flatly from the edge of the bed.
“Maze.” He said as his jaw tightened.
“Not happening
