CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Ivy was going stir crazy, it had been an hour since Dax closed the blinds and curtains then kissed her and left the apartment. There was plenty for her to do, she could watch TV and clear out the fridge, or finish packing Dax’s belongings ready for them selling this apartment.
No matter what she did, she couldn’t forget Dax was out there, in the streets, and a target himself. Anyone who wanted her knew her as Ravager’s wife. So they might try to use him to get to her. Dax could take care of himself in a fight, but that didn’t save him from bullets and knives.
Ivy was on the couch in the living room, tapping her cellphone on her knee when it rang. She jumped to her feet.
“Hello?” she answered, having not even checked the number.
“Ivy?”
The voice was female, defini
