“She was taken from her home?” I ask. If so, that’s new. Because the others weren’t. They were taken while out and about. By themselves. Their cars later found abandoned.
He shakes his head. “It showed her leaving fifteen minutes afterward. They seem to think she was seeing someone other than him. Phone records came up clean, though.”
My cell rings, and I pick it up. “Hey, man, I’m a little busy …”
“Tyson, I’ll keep this quick,” A guy I know by the name of Marlin rushes out.
“What’s up?” I wonder why he’s calling me. We haven’t spoken in over a year. He runs one of the Lamborghini dealerships in town. He used to sell drugs in my club.
“I’ve got a Laikyn Minson here wanting to purchase a Urus. But your name is on the card she’s using. Do I need to call the cops?”
“That’s my wife,” I inform him, pulling my wallet out of my back pocket to see which card is missing. He’s silent for a long second making me think we got disconnected. “Marlin?” I ask.
“Sorry, man, but damn. She’s your wife?” He whistles. “Good job.”
“Is that all, Marlin?” I growl.
“Yeah. I’ll run the card. Hey, we should get together. Have a guys’ night—"
I hang up and sit back in my seat. Ryat starts to speak as it rings again.
“This is Tyson,” I answer, knowing who’s calling me.
“Hello, Mr. Crawford. We’re calling you in regard to your AMEX card. We have suspicious activity at a Westwood Lamborghini in the amount of three hundred and fifty thousand dollars. We’re calling to confirm you’ve made this transaction.”
“You can accept the charge,” I say and hang up, smirking.
“What’s so funny?” Ryat asks.
“My wife just bought herself a car.”
He looks around the room. “Like right this second?’
“Yeah. She snuck out this morning with an Uber and took my credit card with her.”
His eyes widen. “You allowed that?”
“Of course. Sometimes you have to give them the chance at confidence. Give them a little slack to their leash so you can remind them who they belong to.” She has more than usual right now because I’ve been ignoring her. “Plus, she’s with your wife. What could go wrong?”
“What?” he snaps, digging his cell out of his pocket to no doubt check Blakely’s tracker.
“It’s fine. She could use a friend.” Blakely is the safest friend she could have. Ryat keeps an eye on her at all times after what they’ve been through.
He huffs.
“Have a problem with our wives being friends?”
“I have a problem withmywife being Lake’s friend,” he answers honestly.
“She’s harmless.”
“It’s not her I’m worried about. Her father will retaliate.”
He’s not wrong. “I know, and I’ll be ready.”
“And if he tries to kill your wife?” He arches a brow. “Just how far are you willing to go to stop that from happening?”
My body stiffens at that thought. “He won’t harm Lake. He’ll come after me. It’s personal.” I’m the one he wants. He’s always hated me. Picking Whitney as my chosen pissed him off, but marrying Lake was the last straw. It’s war now.
