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“Don’t fucking call me that.”
“Weston then, is it?” The man grinned. “Don’t you worry, I’ll get my money. I just had to make sure I gave Evelyn enough leverage to ensure she would follow through.”
My eyes widened.
“Where do you have my mother?” I barked.
“Please, Mr.—ah, Weston. We’re all businessmen here. I always remain one step ahead of the the Vulpe group. Those sneaky bastards think they got away. But not this time.”
The Romanians. The same group that tried to kidnap Lucy. This had to have something to do with the prime minister’s request.
“Your dear mother wasn’t going to let your father sell you out without making a deal for you in return. How sweet of her to care.”
He pulled out a knife and sucked his teeth trying to get something out of them with the blade.
These guys were ridiculous. I just needed to get my hands on them.
The suited man’s phone dinged and he pulled it out of his pant pocket.
“Wow, would you look at that, boys? Evelyn Myles is as efficient as she is beautiful.”
“Don’t talk about my mother.” I threatened him, my fists balling up.
“Oh, don’t you worry, little Myles boy. I wouldn’t harm your mother. She just made me one of the richest men around. Sorry to cut our little visit short, but a deal is a deal. Isn’t that right?”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Well, it’s been fun. I do hope your father is able to forgive me for tricking him. We’re all just pawns in somebody else’s bigger, more important game. Aren’t we?”
His giant teeth flashed, and I noticed the spinach stuck between them.
“Let’s go, boys. We have much more important things to do. Weston—” the man bowed in a flourish before jumping into the van, followed quickly by the other two men.
The van took off, kicking up dirt as the tires squealed away.
I looked around. I was at an abandoned gas station in the friggin’ middle of nowhere with no phone, no wallet, and my head in a fog.
I think Dominic Myles just got played at his own game by his own wife. Wow.
I walked for miles on end, trying to find a place that I could make a call. I hadn’t seen a soul since my weird-ass kidnappers took off.
Finally, I found a road that looked like it might lead to civilization.
What looked like a black 68 Camaro roared into view. It had a signature white racing stripe on it and the engine growled as it approached. It pulled up beside me and I shook my head.
“You look like death warmed up to you,” the driver said out the window.
I pulled the passenger door open.
“Thanks. What the hell took you so long?”
“What? No, thanks for rescuing me, Jax? I was a sad, sorry little boy before you came and saved me?”
I stuck my middle finger up at him while I drank the water that was in his cup holder.
“Yeah, that was mine, but sure, have whatever you like, boss.”
He pulled the car into reverse and the tires squealed as it lunged back and spun until it faced the direction from which he came.
