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I never regretted, Ada.
I never forgot.
This time, I’m not leaving London without you or our son.
CHAPTER 22
FRANKIE
I’m nearly back at my SUV when the gunman starts firing.
I’m still drunk off her scent and warmth. It takes me a second to figure out where it’s coming from. Spinning around, I see one of Semenov’spatsanspush Ada into a car that’s receiving a bad paint job in gun-metal grey.
Ada.
My thoughts are singular. The killer in me, primed and ready.
I go to run to her when Viper steps in front of me and slams me up against the SUV, pinning me in place with a clenched fist to my chest. “This is a bullshit drive-by,” he hisses. “The bullets are for show. They’re nowhere near O’Sullivan’s men.They’re nowhere near, Ada.”
Dragging my gaze away from his face, I see that he’s right. The line of holes in the cars is too neat. The damage too minimal. By the time the red Fiesta is doing sixty out of the car park, not one person has been wounded from a point-blank attack.
What thefuck?
Pushing him off me, I circle around to the driver’s side. “Get in.”
Moments later, O’Sullivan’s convoy is speeding past us with Ada trapped inside. Viper’s still climbing into his seat when I press the metal to the floor to follow them.
“Easy!” he yells, catching his swinging door and slamming it shut just as we join the dual carriageway. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Chasing.” A quick glance in the mirror reveals a white-faced Bambi, but at least she’s wearing a seatbelt. God knows where Thiago is. He must be in the other car with Viper’s men.
“Turn around.”
“No.”
There’s a flash of metal as he aims his Glock at my head. “I said, turn the fuck around, mafia boy. I ain’t playing anymore. I came here today for some answers, not to be lined up against a brick wall of trouble.”
My grip tightens on the steering wheel. “You don’t think we’re there already?”
“Whoever carried out that drive-by did you a favour. They swung the finger of blame away from us. Maybe Santiago won’t castrate us, after all.”
“You wanted to kill that bastard, just as much as me.” Gritting my teeth, I coax another ten-miles-an-hour out of the SUV as the dual carriageway opens up into three lanes. Ada’s still fifty metres ahead.
“Maybe so, but I told you to use a knife. Not a gun.”
“Maybe the fucking situation demanded a dirtier death.”
“Stop swearing at each other,” Bambi mutters from the back. “You know I’m listening to every word you say.”
“Then put your AirPods back in.”
“I can’t. Viper confiscated them earlier, along with my iPhone.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have gone wandering, then.”
“Maybe you should have stayed in jail! There’d be a lot more people alive in this world if you had!”
“Why the hell is she here again?” I explode at Viper, switching to Spanish. “I don’t need to have my fucking sins projected back to me on an hourly basis.”
