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My heart shreds into pieces. After everything we’ve been through, we don’t deserve this. We deserve to live, something we never got to do. But now this bastard is after her. After me. And he needs to be stopped.
He probably has no idea she called me. Maybe I can surprise him. I reach into my pocket, feeling for the flip knife A gave me. I also have a gun in my handbag. He was going to give me a small blowtorch too, but I convinced him that a blowtorch would be harder to hide. Now I kinda wish I had it.
“He’s coming!” Cammie whisper-shouts. “Oh my God!”
Her inhales and exhales pick up speed while I drive even faster, not worrying about the cops.
“No!” she shouts. “Get away from me! Help! Kayla!”
“Cammie?” My body spreads with a desperate panic, icy fear clawing through me. “Cammie!”
“No!” she continues to scream, her voice growing dimmer by the second.
Until it’s gone for good.
ADRIEL
This meeting is taking way too long. When I agreed to it, I hadn’t expected this woman to have as many questions as she did.
Not that I mind them. I get it. They’re giving me a lot of theirmoney. But what I do mind is being underground with no cell reception. Apparently, she’s the owner of the company for which she’s looking to purchase some of my products. She personally came down to meet me. And she owns this club too, the one she insisted we meet in. Glancing around the darkened, empty space, I have a feeling they sell a lot more than wine and scotch here.
She crosses her legs beneath a short black skirt, a hint of flirtation in her eyes. Which, of course, does nothing for me. All I’m thinking about is when this will be over so I can get back to the one woman who matters.
“So, Mr. Smith.” Her blood-red lips curl. “I did love everything I heard. It’s why I would like to contract you to work for my company. Permanently. But unfortunately, that would require you to stop your own…personal endeavors, shall we say?”
I release a chuckle, uncuffing the sleeves of my dress shirt and dropping my elbows across the tops of my knees. “If you came down here to proposition me into quitting my own company, I’m afraid your trip was quite useless, Mrs. Tretoria.”
She smiles tightly. “You do realize I can pay you more than you have ever made doing this. It is your wish to make as much money as possible, yes?”
“No, it isn’t.” I climb to my feet.
This meeting is over. Her men quickly stand. I give them each a seething glare.
“I will not work for you. So next time you have any inclination to call me, don’t. I’ll be seeing myself out. You have a safe flight home.”
“You’re making a mistake,” she calls out coolly.
“Yeah, well, I’m kinda used to that.” I scramble up the stairs, grabbing my cell to check for any missed calls or messages from Kayla.
But as soon as I exit, my cell rings.
I freeze.
Because I know the number instantly. I don’t know why she’s calling, and I don’t even want to answer. But something in me tells me to. Like a ghost whispering in my ear to pick up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Oh, thank God.” My mother’s words swim with anguish.
I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t talk to her, yet I find myself unable to stop my pulse from rising.
“What’s wrong?”
“Please, you have to help her! He…he didn’t wanna call you,” she sobs.
In a flash, I’m running for my car. “Who?”
But she ignores me, crying and continuing. “Your brothers are stubborn, you know, but I knew I had to call you. I knew you’d wanna help.”
