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“Boss, sorry, I tried to protect her.” Loco turns to me with regret in his eyes.

Rusty adds, “I was calling Law to tell him that the detective got here. He told me he was headed to the compound because he got a heads-up that the cops were on their way there with a warrant. I’d just stepped back in when the fucker shot me.”

“Let’s go.”

“We don’t know where they are. Besides, Justin killed the cop. This is a police matter now, isn’t it?” Chump stammers as I grab the prospect by his leathers and yank him to my face.

“They are mine to protect. I will kill anyone that touches a hair on her head or hurts my baby.” Every man around me groans, realizing how serious the situation is. I throw Chump away from me; he hits a display, causing a mess. “You go back to the compound and wait there. We’ll discuss this later.”

Turning back to Rusty, I order him to lock up, then follow along. He nods, and Loco slips around me to get into my truck’s backseat as I look at Hammer, who rushed over from his office to help, and climbs in as well.

“You got that tracker on?”

“Yep, he’s heading out of town toward Foster.”

“Let’s roll,” I bark the order as my vehicle is blocked in and police surround us with guns raised. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. We didn’t do this. That was another man.” I turn to the sheriff and plead with him. “You know me, Pierson. I just pulled up here. Ask them. The man who did this took my woman.”

The sheriff tries to talk the state cops down. It’s taking too much time, and I’m about to ram all their cars out of the way.

Chapter Eleven

Evelise

I come to feeling groggy, my face aching, and I realize we are still driving. Nausea hits, so I lean forward, and my body evacuates everything in it. The concussion has fucked with me, but it’s also the morning sickness I’ve been battling.

“What the fuck, Evelise? What are you doing?”

“I’m hurt; you knocked me out. I don’t feel so good.” I turn toward him in the driver’s seat, focused on the road.

“Do you know how much this car costs? I swear you’re going to pay the cleaning bill.”

“Okay, pull over and let me out. I’ll pay.”

“Never. I must marry you. I need the money.” The car begins slowing down, and I think he’s finally changed his mind when he pulls into a no-name motel off the side of the road. He drives around to the back, and when he parks, it’s in front of a door with curtains that move slightly. Someone is in there.

Justin pulls the gun and points it at me. “You’ll listen, or I’ll kill you.”

He won’t; he said he needed me alive, but he could kill my baby if he shot me. I nod my head and wait for him to come around the side of the car to open my door. Justin grips my arm tight and drags me toward the motel room. The door opens, and there’s Paris.

“What the hell, Justin? You were supposed to take her to that man Kurti; he’ll kill you.”

“I can’t, I need her money. I’m in too deep with the Albanians. They’ll kill me before Kurti can even get to me.”

“No. You promised that you were done with her. You said we could be together. I won’t help you with this.”

“You have to let me go. Judge will kill you both for taking me.”

Paris whips her head back, her wide eyes boring into me. “Listen here, bitch. I didn’t want you here. The detective and that other guy said they would take care of you. I’ve been trying to get rid of you for years.”

“What other guy?” It’s important to learn as much information for Lucian as I can.

“Damn it, Paris. Shut the fuck up and sit down. We will be together, but I need to marry Evie. Her inheritance will solve everything. You don’t have enough, but she does.”

“But you promised. You said we could have a baby. You said we’d be rich and wouldn’t need her. I’ve put up with her for so long now,” Paris whines as she advances on Justin. He shoves me to the bed.

“I told you the only way I’d have money is through her. For me to gain access, she needs to be my wife. You’re just my mistress. I never loved you. You were a willing hole for me to bury my desire in because Evie never let me touch her.”

I try not to gag at his crass image. Paris doesn’t like it either. She attacks, smacking him across the face, sending his head whipping to the side.