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Because sunset meant she’d almost made it through another day.
Diaz didn’t say a word as they drove, but his jaw was locked and his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than they usually did. She was annoyed he’d insisted on driving her car, but she knew better than to mess with him in this mood.
Still, she loved this car and hated anyone else driving it.
It was her pride and joy and she’d earned every dollar she used to pay for her Lamborghini Aventador. It was gray, sleek, tough, and fast.
Fast was the part she loved most.
Anna’s father had been a mechanic, so she’d grown up around cars. He’d wished for a son, but instead got two girls. Being the eldest, Anna started helping him in his workshop as soon as she could pass him things.
She cherished those moments, the moments before she was old enough to witness the fights between her parents. For a while, they’d hidden it well.
Her car reminded her of those moments, because her dad would’ve loved it if only he were able to see it.
Anna felt the hot prick that came before tears, but she blinked them back, fighting a battle in the war she’d been fighting almost every day since she’d admitted him to the nursing home and abandoned him there. It ate at her soul, but she couldn’t risk visiting him. If anyone saw her, they could make the connection and her cover would be blown.
He was yet another reason she needed to end this. She needed to walk into that home, hold her father’s hand, and be with him during his final years. Even if he no longer recognized her, she wanted to be there.
But first she needed to be here for Olivia. She needed to find her body and lay her to rest.
Then she’d serve justice—for Olivia, and for the years her father had been abandoned in the nursing home.
Diaz took the corner too sharp and she bit her tongue, holding back a verbal lashing.
Anna had grown up driving with her father, so she knew how to drive properly—how to really handle a car like hers.
But Diaz only thought he knew.
She bit her tongue and held her words. Lecturing Diaz while he was in this mood would be like throwing gasoline on the fire.
Anna was many things, but stupid wasn’t one of them. Nor was she proud.
She was not proud of what she was doing, nor the things she’d done to get here.
But she didn’t have a choice.
You joined the lion and survived, or the lion tore you to shreds.
Anna had joined Diaz’s pack and soon she would destroy them from the inside out.
And she’d savor every moment of it.
“You’re quiet,” Diaz said.
“Just tired,” Anna responded, covering her yawn with her hand. The yawn was one of the only truths she’d told today.
“I should’ve taught him a lesson,” Diaz all but growled.
“He was just getting a drink, Diaz. Clearly he doesn’t know who you are. And you ordered him out of the bar for no reason. He’d barely said a word to me,” she said, raising an eyebrow.
“He was sitting very close to you,” Diaz said, his words clipped as his eyes narrowed on the road.
Anna scoffed playfully.
“He didn’t move the seat over, Diaz. They’re bolted to the floor,” she reminded him. Damon had done that because one particular night the bar stools had gone flying through the pub, damaging multiple walls. Damon had solved the problem by bolting them to the floor. They’d never moved since.
“There were other chairs, Anna,” he said, still not looking at her.
