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They have no idea that two rival crime families are about to come face-to-face, and an innocent woman is about to be handed over to the enemy in the hope of infiltrating their home.
I’ve never wished I was someone else more than I do right now.
There’s a tracker embedded in the lining of my dress, right under my breast, where the underwire of my bra sits.
According to Kai, that will throw off any scan they do, because they’ll expect there to be metal there. When I asked what happens if they take my clothes, he just shrugged.
Super helpful.
The dress is too tight across my chest, and it’s making it hard to breathe. Or maybe that’s just the panic. Could be either at this point.
Bryant’s hand against the small of my back feels heavy and uncomfortable, but I can’t bring myself to pull away. It’s the last familiar touch I’ll have until all this is over.
If I ever have a familiar touch again.
The thought has dread washing over me, and my heart beats so hard against my ribs I’m worried it might break one.
“You need to relax,” Bryant whispers against the shell of my ear.
I narrow my eyes up at him. “When you’re the one being used as bait and taken to a foreign place, I’ll take your advice. Until then, you can shove it.”
He chuckles, the corners of his lips tipping up and reminding me why I was drawn to him to begin with. I used to find his charm so alluring, to the point I wondered how long I’d be able to stop myself from falling for him, but now I can’t see it. He’s not Doc.
The thought of the man I’ve fallen desperately in love with only makes the regret coursing through my veins more prominent.
By the time we reach the VIP area, my stomach rolls uncomfortably and I’m certain I’m about to lose the contents of my stomach, but it’s too late to back out now. No matter what happens, I have to go through with this, and I just have to hope I live to tell the tale.
I take a seat between Bryant and Jaxon on the plush leather couch and immediately take the glass of vodka Kayden offers me. I’ve never needed liquid courage more than I do right now.
I knock back the clear liquid and enjoy the way it burns on the way down, distracting me from the reality of my situation just for a moment.
The brothers look at one another before they quickly refill my glass. I guess once Spade has me, there’s no harm in whatever I have to say. He’s a smart man, he’s bound to know this is somekind of trap. I just hope he doesn’t see the ambush coming until it’s too late.
I take my time with the second glass. I need to at least have some sensibilities if I’m going to find my father and Bree in time. Although the timeline is pretty hazy, which does nothing to calm my nerves.
“How are you feeling?” Jaxon asks.
“Like I’m about to be thrown to the wolves.”
He chuckles, taking a sip of his own vodka. “Spade is on the other side of the dance floor. In a minute, you’re going to excuse yourself to the bathroom. Walk slowly. Do not look over your shoulder. Do not alert him to the fact you know he’s there. And when they grab you, fight tooth and nail. This has to look real.”
I stare at him for a moment. “This is real,” I snap. “They are actually going to abduct me.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Yep.” I roll my eyes and drain the second glass. “Let’s get this show on the road I suppose.”
Before any of them can say anything, I stand and move around the table, careful to keep my dress down over my ass. Whichever bartender this dress belongs to, she has more confidence than I ever will.
I reach the dance floor and hands grip my waist, forcing me to sway to the beat. The touch is innocent enough, telling me it’s just a drunk idiot looking for someone to spend the night with, but I quickly push his hands off me and continue toward the bathrooms.
There are so many bodies on the dance floor that it’s hard to breathe, or maybe that’s the hysterical panic rising in my chest.
I glance toward the entrance and then to the hallway before making a rash decision I have no right making.
I duck down slightly, making sure even someone as tall as Doc wouldn’t be able to see me among the people dancing, andI carefully move toward the exit, my heart in my throat with every step I take. This is so fucking risky I can’t believe I’m going through with it, but is it any riskier than handing myself to the man who has openly admitted he murdered my aunt and wants me to see the same fate?
No. Nothing is that stupid.
