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“We have company.”
“How the hell did they find us so fast?” She frowns, seeing the two goons from the diner. “We don’t have anything on us.”
“I have my mobile phone, but it’s been off since I arrived in Grafton.”
“The one Konstantin gave me is also off,” Isabella tells me before her eyes widen, and she pulls out her gold locket. “Do you think?”
“Fuck.” I put the picnic basket down and take the locket. “I don’t know.” My heart goes out to her. It’s from her mother.
“It’s the only other thing I had with me at the lodge that the people who kidnapped me could’ve put a tracker on.” Her eyes widen a bit further. “Fuck. This is how they probably traced me to the hotel in Grafton and the diner.”
“There’s one way to find out.” I put the locket in the picnic basket. We leave it behind the tree and sneak off.
“Over there!” Isabella points to a thick line of bushes, and we burrow into it, lying in wait.
A few minutes later, the men find the picnic basket and spread out, looking for us. “I’m sorry,” I whisper in her ear. We’re lying so close to each other that our bodies feel like they’re molded into one.
“It’s just a thing,” she says softly, but I hear the catch in her voice.
“They’re not in the park,” the one man says in his British accent.
We watch as they disappear toward the town.
“Those are the two British Private Military contractors that I shot at the lodge.” Isabella whispers to me.
“You’re going to have to tell me that story.” I help her up. “We can’t go back to the motel, so I guess getting back to our car is out.”
“We need another car to get out of town with.” Isabella looks around. “Like that one.”
I’m amazed that Isabella is going to steal a car. I’m even more surprised at the car she’s looking to steal. It’s a battered-up piece of shit. I’m not sure it even goes.
“You’re going to steal a car?” I gape at her. “That car?” Blinking from her to the car, I ask, “I thought criminal activities were beneath you?”
“That was before I found out I was a Mafia princess fated to become the bearer of the children who were going to bring peace to the warring clans.” She grins.
My heart jolts as I see this side of her, free from the usual guard and contempt. She isn’t trying to flee or antagonize me. Instead, she’s funny, witty, and full of surprises. It hits me then—I’m witnessing the real Isabella, and fuck, she’s even more amazing than the one who’s always trying to outrun me whenever we’re together.
“If you are going to step into this life of crime, don’t you think we should steal a better car?”
“No.” Isabella shakes her head as we cross the road to the row of houses. “A new car would have the cops looking for us in a heartbeat. And they usually have GPS. Unlike the cars used by our families.“ Her eyes narrow as she hones in on one of them. “Come on.”
She walks through the gate of the house, and the car is parked in front.
“Are we going visiting now?”
“Just follow me,” Isabella tells me, her eyes glinting with mischief. She knocks on the door. A few minutes later, a middle-aged gentleman answers.
“Good day, Miss,” the man greets her. His one eye is clouded and milky. “I hope you’re not selling anything or trying to preach the good word because this ain’t the house.”
“Henry, who is it?” I hear a female voice call before a woman pops her head around the man. “Oh, hello.” Her eyes scan Isabella and then me.
“Hi,” Isabella greets them. “I’m so sorry to disturb you.” She smiles sweetly. “My husband and I are stranded. Our car was stolen when we stopped at the motel. I had to go to the bathroom.”
“Oh, honey, that’s terrible.” The woman steps around the man. “That place is a terrible hell hole,” she hisses. “Not a good place to stop.”
Isabella rubs her stomach. “I was desperate. My husband and I are expecting our first. And it’s twins.”
The woman’s eyes widen. “Oh, congratulations.” She smiles warmly.
