Brix watched Pia running through the third house the real estate agent was showing them. The first two houses had not given him the satisfactory feeling of a home for his niece. Now however, this one was, in his opinion, perfect. Unfortunately, Pia’s mother was not on board and was red in the face hissing at him like a cornered cat.
“Brix, there are only two of us. We don’t need an eight-bedroom mansion,” she had her hand curled around his bicep as if only the night before she hadn’t been deathly terrified, he was going to blow her brains out. He was half tempted to pull the gun she didn’t notice him carrying and simply make her shut up.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose impatiently, “As I said in the car, when we are here in Boston, Malik and I will need a place to sleep.”
“Then stay at
