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Ace nods. “Weapons, yes. No fires or explosions. I want Morgan to know he’s been hit and what’s been taken.”
Dix nods. “What if he’s already paid to get Aria back?”
“He hasn’t,” Ace says with confidence. “We’re using this to get his daughter backfor himand to get the hit off Willow’s head. We’ll leave Stone behind here with a couple of prospects to keep an eye on the women. Meet back here in two hours, ready to work.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Willow
Holy shit. I am totally a dead woman. I didn’t just kill some random dude. Oh, no. That would be too easy, and like Mom always says, I can never do anything the easy way.
Instead, I kill the son-in-law of a cartel boss. Just fucking great.
The craziest part is that I can’t believe it happened, never mind, so fast. I was just chatting with the girls about Joaquin, and the next thing I knew, the warm spray of some killer’s brain was all over my face.
His eyes haunt me as I let the stream of a hot shower wash his blood away, watching it swirl down the drain almost as if it never happened.
But it did.
And I’ll never be able to forget the look in his eyes, the certainty that I wouldn’t kill him, and the horror when he realized how wrong he was.
That one split second changed everything.
Just when I find a man worth keeping—a hot and sexy biker—my whole life comes crashing down.
For the first time in my life, I find a good man who’s also a bad boy, badass and tough on the outside, sweet and lovable on the inside. He’s everything I need, everything I want in a man, and just hours ago, he told me he loves me.
Joaquin loves me.
It makes me smile.
If I’m lucky, we’ll have a few days left together.
Right now, I’m afraid about my future. If I even have one.
I have to go home and see my mom.
That thought sticks with me. I know I told Joaquin that I‘d stay put like a good little girl. I promised he doesn’t have to worry about me, but right here in this moment, I need to leave. Get as far away as I can from everyone.
First, I’ll go see Mom and tell her what happened.
Then I’ll pack a bag and say goodbye to Mom. I’ll make a clean getaway as quickly and quietly as possible, long before anyone realizes I’m gone. Hopefully, that will divert the stupid cartel’s attention from following me, so they leave the Reckless Souls and everyone else alone.
I leave everything but my phone and charger inside the room Joaquin and I have shared for weeks, minus my stay in the hospital. I hope that’ll throw him off long enough for me to get the hell out of California before he realizes I’m gone.
“Going somewhere, sugar?”
“Stone.” My shoulders fall at the sound of that familiar southern drawl, and I freeze just a few feet from the perfect exit.
I know it won’t work, but I try working Stone anyway. “What are the odds you’ll pretend you didn’t see me and just let me walk away?” I ask.
“You mean, run away, don’t you?”
I nod because there’s no point denying that’s what I’m doing. Running away. “I’m doing what’s best for everyone, except I’m the only one capable of seeing that. Believe me, the last thing I want is to be some kind of martyr.”
“Running away, no matter what bullshit rationale you use, is still running away.”
“Says the Texas transplant,” I snort derisively. “Sorry. That was uncalled for.”
