“Hi, Luna,” Gabriela cooed, caressing her.
But Luna appeared restless, pawing at the window and meowing. As if trying to redirect our attention to the street lining the Bellafiore home…
Where an unmarked silver sedan rested at the curb.
Narrowing my eyes, I glanced out the window with Gabriela.
“Who is that?” my girlfriend questioned in a thoughtful, quiet manner.
A shadow moved inside the car.
“Are you expecting anyone?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No—”
Gabriela didn’t even get to finish her sentence.
Suddenly, the car pulled away with screeching tires and gunned it down the street.
Disappearing from view like it had never been there.
CHAPTER 41
Ghost From The Past
Hunter
Saturday afternoon, I was at a packed MacGregor with Josh, Cade, and Shaun after finishing at the Remingtons’ shooting range to grab a bite. I’d been spending more time there, perfecting my aim and familiarizing myself with different firearms. I credited years of football for honing my marksmanship skills, for I hit one bullseye after another at today’s session.
There was a part of me that wished Enzo Bellafiore were there so I could make him eat his words from last week’s dinner.
Weaving through the busy bodies of patrons, a waitress finally brought over our food and drinks.
Josh’s phone pinged incessantly as we began to eat.
“You want to get that, Mr. Popular?” Shaun teased, popping a fry into his mouth.
Josh picked up his phone, unlocked his screen, and said, “Oh, it’s the girls.”
Cade perked up. “The girls?”
At his brother’s inquisitive tone, Josh shrugged and plucked a straw, unwrapped it, and dipped it into his soda. “It’s our group chat. Mine, Ella, Darla, Dacia, and Hera’s.”
“Excuse me, you have a group chat with the girls?” Shaun asked incredulously.
“I do,” he quipped.
“Why are you in this group chat?” Cade appeared affronted. “And why aren’t we?”
“Because I’m cooler and more fun than all of you combined?” Josh gestured at us with his drink before taking a hearty sip. “And I’m resourceful? Not to mention, they added me. Sometimes I even get invited to their hangouts.”
Amused, I asked, “You’re allowed at their girls’ night?”
“’Course, I am.” Josh shrugged like it was no biggie, while Cade and Shaun battled with their newfound jealousy. “I’m in charge of bringing the tea and cookies to their gossip sesh.”
“Add us to the group chat,” Shaun ordered. “We deserve to be there just as much as you.”
Cade nodded, looking grim. “Agreed.”
