Jules’s tone is somber when she speaks. “I’m sorry, Bobby, but not my fault you’re hot in bed and no one compares. I might’ve said your name a few times while Corey was fucking me.”
“Fuck me.” Slate shakes his head.
“Disgusting.” Gage directs his steely stare at the parade of red and blue lights in front of us. Cars pull to the right. Slate’s riding the officer’s ass in front of us.
“Disgusting” and “fuck me” sum up how I’m feeling about my ex. I hang up.
We roll up to the cruisers parked in front of an open field. In the distance, I see them: old, dilapidated wooden sheds and forts. I hop out of the truck. Slate and Gage follow. The head cop tips his head at us.
“NVGs?”
“We’re going round the back,” I say. “Except for Gage. He doesn’t have military training.”
“You two do?”
“I was a sniper in the marines. Slate was a breacher.”
The cop’s eyes widen.
“We good?” I put in my comms. Slate puts in his.
“We are. Be careful out there.”
I tip my chin. “You too.”
He turns to leave.
“Hey,” I call after him.
He turns around.
“Bring him in alive. He’s my brother. If he hurt my woman, shoot to kill.”
The cop lifts a brow. “Respectfully, I give the orders.”
“That wasn’t orders.” I smirk. “That’s a heads up on my intentions.”
The cop nods. “We’d better pray he doesn’t lay a finger on the victim.”
Victim, my ass.
Ever is no one’s victim.
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EVER
A breeze coasts over my face. Frogs are croaking in the distance. When did me and Bobby decide to stargaze in the fields of Cambridge?
“Wake the fuck up!”
Frigid water hits my face. I open my eyes as more water is thrown at me. I choke on it. It blurs my vision, and I blink a few times. A light shines in my face, forcing me to look away. My kidnapper slaps me, hard. My ears ring and the right side of my head throbs. I bring my arm up, but it doesn’t move.
I’m handcuffed and sitting against a wooden wall. While the light is on, I hurriedly look around. We’re in a wooden shed without a roof.
“Where are we?” I croak. My mouth is so dry. I lick at the drops of water clinging to my lips.
“Where isn’t important. Bobby’s here. That’s what matters. I’m gonna put a bullet in his head, right between the eyes.”
