AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She nods as if it’s normal. “Yeah, and you should be thanking me, it was that damn Cressida, the two faced bitch almost got you killed.”
Cressida.
I remember the FBI agent who Giovanni had in his pocket at one point. We’d met her while out at dinner and Giovanni had pressed every button he could with the woman. Later, he’d threatened the agent, choking her and telling her he’d killed her. For some reason he hadn’t considered that it would turn the woman against him and that’s exactly what happened. I guess it was a matter of ego.
It’d almost cost me and Vito our lives as the Ramos cartel got a hold of us as the police had Giovanni and Maximo detained on Cressida’s orders. Ironically, if it hadn’t been for Seven Quad stepping in and helping, we’d be dead.
I knew that Cressida hadn’t gotten off scotch free, but I hadn’t asked what happened to her.
Apparently Lucia ended her.
Swallowing, I go back to our original subject. “Why have you been after this person?”
“Because they’re my competition,” she says as a person on a motorcycle pulls into the lot. I don’t know a lot about motorcycles, but even I can tell that this one is pricey. The engine roars loudly before it goes dead.
The person on the bike is wearing leather black pants and a jacket. The helmet hides their head, but when they climb off and stand up straight, the tight fitting clothes reveal a curvy figure.
A woman.
The driver’s door on the red car opens and a slightly familiar man with a ball head appears. I try to figure out where I know him from but it won’t come to me.
“Is that your target?” I ask.
“No,” Lucia breathes. “It’sher,” she doesn’t have to point at the woman.
“What’s the other reason you want to kill her?” I ask as the woman finally pulls the helmet off of her head. Her back is to us but her highlighted hair is pulled into a low ponytail, the ends bright.
A nigging starts in the back of my brain and I’m mentally willing the woman to turn around so I can see her face.
“She has the contract on your head.”
“What?” I ask in confusion, looking at Lucia, our conversation already forgotten.
“This woman, she holds the contract on you,” she says slowly, her gaze pointed as she looks at me.
My body runs cold.
The contract on my head.
Holy fuck.
The woman finally turns around and my heart goes erratic as I look at Amarie.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: WINTER
“Don’t.” My breaths puff out of me way too quickly as I look at Lucia.
Her gun is still set up and she’s looking out of the scope, the crosshairs sitting right on the side of Amarie’s head.
“Don’t kill your little friend the drake?” she asks, too much amusement in her tone for a weapon to be in her hand.
But her body is relaxed, she doesn’t look like someone about to squeeze the trigger and take a life.
My mouth is dry as I look at Amarie before looking back at Lucia. “You knew that I knew.” A statement, not a question.
“Yes.”
“How long?”
