AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Stupid idiot. You jinxed yourself.
Ignoring her, I quicken my steps. I’m not in the mood to deal with her—not today—not ever.
“I know you heard me. And unless you want that bitch of yours to be shot, you’ll stop.”
She’s bluffing, but I can’t chance it. We don’t know where Ariah went. When we asked, the only response provided was that she’d be safe.
Refusing to risk it, I shoot off a quick text to Thomas before sliding my cell into my jeans pocket. Then I whirl around and snarl, “You always seem to push the limits of my patience. Threatening Ariah is a surefire way to make us all go nuclear.”
“And underestimating my reach is a surefire way to have two dead babies left at your doorstep next to the whore I cut them out of,” she snaps.
I survey the hallway, looking up and down the corridor. Not that an audience will stop me from choking this bitch out before I toss her out the ninth-floor window. “I suggest you tread lightly and use the time we allow you to still breathe more wisely.”
Samantha crosses her arms, stopping far enough out of my reach. “You assholes are always so fucking cocky. It’s why I was able to get so close. You’re all the same—led around by your dicks and distracted by your egos.”
“Says the cunt we were able to fool.” Her jaw ticks at my retort. “Why don’t you and your husband, the Senator, go infest your toxicity somewhere else? There’s nothing left here for either of you,” I seethe, forcing my hands to stay at my sides.
“This is your last chance,” she snarls. “Be with me, and you’ll have more power than you know what to do with.”
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I check my watch, confirming what I knew all along—she’s safe.
Recognizing I no longer have to engage, I roll my eyes. “You nor Baker intimidate us, so save your villainous monologue. You’ve lost all your leverage, and I’m not going back and forth with you,” I state before I turn, giving her my back.
I’m seven steps from the restroom when she shrieks, “Remember this moment, Wesley Edgewood. It’s the moment you cost yourself everything and everyone you love.”
I pivot just enough for her to see the fury in my cold brown eyes. Her glacial gaze meets my glare, but I’m past caring. Ariah’s safe. So fuck her.
“Funny, you think you have any ability to threaten me into anything,” I bark. My nostrils flare, indignation settling in my chest. “Here’s my advice, Samantha. Run—run fast and far because the next time we meet, I’ll crush your windpipe, applying pressure until your eyes bleed. And once your fucked mind registers your life is slipping away, and you begin clawing at my forearms, I’ll snap your neck.”
Then, I leave her frozen in place, gawping with her mouth hanging open.
67
ARIAH
Ilook at my razor, then down to my protruding stomach. I can barely see my feet, much less my pussy.
Huffing, I sit on the bench in the glass-enclosed shower, thankful it’s not cold. I’ve been in here for thirty minutes and still can’t figure out a way to shave. I’ve tried to put my leg up on the marble bench, which is more like a twin-size bed it’s so big. Then, I was sitting with my legs up and spread. Also not successful.
“Practice safe sex, they said. . . there’s no way you’ll get pregnant with the implant and condoms, they said. Well, I did, and now I have two ninjas duking it out on my bladder while hiding my damn puss?—”
“Riri,” Wyatt shouts, and I shriek.
I hold my hand over my now racing heart. “You scared the shit out of me.”
There’s a short pause, then seconds later, the glass shower door opens, letting in a gust of cold air as Wyatt steps into my shower naked, his cock jutting out.
“Uh uh. You keep that away from me. It’s why I’m in this predicament now. Wait, is that my name on your dick?”
He chuckles, amusement gleaming in his eyes. “I come in peace. And yes.” He stands proudly. “Property of Ariah is absolutely tattooed on my cock.”
My mouth hangs open as I gawk, looking between his shaft and his smug, grinning face. “Did all of you tattoo yourselves?” I question, momentarily forgetting my dilemma.
“Maybe. You’ll have to go on a scavenger hunt to find out for yourself,” he jests. Then he surveys me. “We were worried. You’ve been in here for quite some time.”
His question reminds me that I still need to shave. “There’s been some slight complications,” I grumble.
Wyatt’s gaze volleyed between my face and my razor before his lips curl into a mischievous smile. “Need some help?”
