Chapter 302


    Rowan.


    “You’ve got to give me something, Reaper… Anything at this point, honestly.” My voice was strained,


    and I was doing all I could to prevent myself fromshing out.


    It was frustrating as hell that we still don’t know who the fuck was behind Ava’s attack. It was fucking


    with my head that whoever hurt her was still out there. Was still walking scot–free, as if the bastard


    hadn’t hurt the woman I love.


    Every day I leave the house or Ava leaves our home, worry fills me. I can’t help the questions that flood


    and attack my mind. What if someone hurts her when she’s home? What if someone attacks her when


    she’s out in the streets?


    I know I have hired the best bodyguards, and Reaper has his men watching over her too, but I still can’t


    help the worst scenarios that keep flooding my mind day in and day out.


    “You’re not the only one frustrated by the whole damn situation.” Reaper snaps back, his restlessness


    very clear in his voice. “But I’ve tried everything to find this guy, and nada. Absolutely nothing. I couldn’t


    even find the damn car they used.”


    I frown as the details pour out of his mouth. I would have snapped back, but his statement distracted


    me.


    “That’s impossible? How is there no record or evidence of the car?” I ask. “Unless the bastards torched


    it after us.”


    It’s the only thing that made sense, worked close together, but there hasn’t been anything. Nothing to


    point us in the right direction. My men can’t find a damn thing, and neither can his men. The police are


    also useless in this case.


    “That’s what I thought, too.” His reply is cold.


    I’m not one to be unnerved, but Reaper does unnerve me. There was just something about the fucker


    that was devious and sinister. If it weren’t for the fact that I needed his help in keeping Ava safe, I


    wouldn’t be associated with him in the first ce “So what will we do now?” he asks after a while.


    It’s a question that I’ve been asking myself a lottely.


    “We wait and hope that whoever they are, they’ll slip up. Once that happens, we’ll be there to catch


    them.”


    My mind wanders to Ava. Every minute and every hour, she’s all I can think about. I’m not ashamed to


    say of hold she has on me.


    “By the way, I need a favor.” Reaper rips me from my musings, bringing me back to the present.


    Leaning forward in my chair, I clutch my phone tightly, curious about what Reaper would need help


    with.


    We were alike in some aspects, such as this. We both would never ask each other for help unless it


    was truly necessary.


    “With what?”


    “I need Corrine’s address,” he states in a t voice, devoid of any emotion.


    I fall back into my chair and grin. Ah, so I wasn’t wrong that day at the hospital. Something had passed


    between them. It was in the way that both of them stared at each other. As if they couldn’t pull their


    eyes away.


    “Can’t you just have her checked out? I’m sure it wouldn’t take one of your men long before you had


    the address you’re looking for.


    Men like us always get what we want. It doesn’t even take that much digging to find the information we


    are looking for. Which makes me all the more curious about why he would ask me for a favor.


    “Yes, but I want to do things the right way. Somehow I feel Corrine isn’t the kind of women to appreciate


    a stranger digging into her life.” He breathes out. “This is the best course of action. If I show up at her


    doorstep and she asks how I got her address, I will simply say you gave it to me since she and Ava are


    friends.”


    “Seriously? Do you want Ava to castrate me? Especially if she finds out that you’re a criminal. That is


    just not fucking right.” I growl standing up.


    I am double sure that Corrine would tell Letty… And even though Ava doesn’t really remember Reeper,


    Letty would still fill her in because the woman simply doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut.


    “Say’s the guy that’s still fooling Ava by making her believe that you two are still married,” he says,


    clicking his tongue before hanging up. Touche‘.


    Sighing, I stare at my office, wondering why the hell I was still there when it was already time to go


    home Reaper is right, though; I was a fucking hypocrite for speaking about rights and wrongs when I


    was still lying to Ava.