Stolen Dove

ROCCO

I DIALED Mick’s number and put the call on speaker. He hadn’t texted me to let me know he’d dropped Sloane off at my apartment, and the guy was notorious for following orders to the letter.

Hanging up, I tried again, but it simply went to voice mail. Fuck, where the hell was he?

“Everything all right, boss?” Razor asked as he strolled into my office.

“Yes. No. Fuck.” I ran my hands through m