Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
I jerk from his hold, spinning to face him. “What?”
“What?” He frowns.
I gauge him a moment, suspicion swimming in my gut. “Don’t what me. You just agreed to let me ride alone. Without arguing. There is no way Enzo—” I cut off, clinking my teeth together as I glare at him.
“Wait.” He shuffles, his body fully facing mine now, and bends to bring himself eye level. “Why are you so shocked?”
Shit.
He grabs my arm, pulling me closer. “What did you do?”
“What did he do?”
“Boston—”
“Guards,” I snap.
Mino’s brows jump, eyes narrowing when two guards slide up behind him. “What the fuck,” he mutters, looking back at me. “You better not have fucked up our—”
“Catch you later, Mino baby.” I blow him a kiss, sliding into the seat.
“Wait. Wait!”
I shut the door, looking up and locking eyes with a familiar pair in the rearview mirror.
“Hello, Nicholas.”
“Beautiful. Love the dress.” He puts the car in drive, tugging the hat on his head a little lower. “You ready for the day that changes your life?”
I smile, staring out the window as we pull away from the property. “You have no idea. I just wish he told me where the venue was. I hate surprises.”
Nicholas chuckles, then laughs a little louder, relaxing back into his seat. “Yeah. Me too. Me fucking too…”
Chapter
Thirty
Enzo
“We’ve got a problem,” Mino growls the second I answer the phone.
My entire body tenses and I turn away from Rayo and Bastian. “What kind of problem, exactly?”
“The bratty blonde kind.”
Fear zips down my spine, rage right there with it. “Where is she?”
“That’s the fucking problem.” He pauses a moment. “The tracker went off-grid sixty seconds ago. Drones are down too.”
I look over my shoulder, eyes zeroed in on a head of dark hair headed toward the exit. “Let me guess. Jammed signals?”
“Ding fucking ding.”
“How far out are you?”
“Turn around.”
I spin to see him barreling through the back gate, rushing right for me.
I meet him halfway. “Talk to me.”
“It was her. She’s got something up her sleeve.”
I grit my teeth, doing all I can to keep my face neutral. “I swear to God, that woman.”
“She’s not leaving you, there’s no fucking way.”
My head yanks his way, and I glare. “Why the fuck would you even say that? No shit, she’s not. Which means…”
“She figured it out.”
I nod, tension coiling around my muscles.
“Plan B?” he asks, already reaching into his suit jacket.
“Plan B.”
We pull our guns out and turn around, lifting and pointing them at the man who owes us direct answers. And what do you know, he’s doing the same damn thing.
We’re in a full face-off.
Mino with Hayze.
Me with Bastian.
Rayo reaches for his weapon, unsure of what move to make, then the lesser version of my wife steps up, sliding between the men until she’s leaning her body against Bastian’s front, smirking up at me. Clearly, she doesn’t see me as a threat, and twin to my wife or not, I’m not sure how I feel about that.
“My sister must really like you.” She toys with her hair.
I keep my eyes on Bastian, my response for her. “Don’t make me shoot you.”
“Watch yourself,” Bastian warns, cocking his head.
Rocklin laughs and I glare harder. “Hey, Bronx!” she calls.
A moment later, Bronx appears, tablet in her hands.
She moves toward me, but Hayze spins in a full circle, somehow never once taking his gun off Mino as he snakes her around the waist and yanks her back.
“No fucking way, little nightmare. He’s got a gun, and I’ve got it on good word he’ll use it if only to make a point.”
“You touched his toy, dipshit. You deserved your little flesh wound, now let me go or I’ll give you a second one, but it will be twice as deep,” she snaps.
“Go for it, baby, ’cause I ain’t letting you go.”
“Enough,” I boom. “Someone better talk.”
“Ugh, so dramatic.” Bronx rolls her eyes and my finger twitches to put a bullet through them. “She’s fine, and I’ve got her on a live feed.” Bronx runs her tongue along her teeth. “I can show you.”
“Where the fuck is she?!”
Bronx lifts a shoulder. “All I know is, she was acting sketch, so I snuck in my own little trackers, a brand-new design I just finished that hasn’t even had proper testing yet, thank you very much, to make sure she didn’t run off like last time and fuck up everything all over again.”
Mino turns his gun on her, his lip curling. “You don’t know shit,” he spits, instantly defending his queen.
Hayze growls, swinging the girl behind him and tossing her to the side before charging at Mino.
Mino smirks, holding his gun out to his side, and beckons him closer with a curl to his fingers.
“No,” Bastian says as calm as fucking ever, and like the well-trained dog he must be, Hayze freezes instantly.