*Crack*
“Aww. Don’t lose your fight now, Little Dove. I haven’t even…”
*BANG!*
CHAPTER 34
Myles
Ten Minutes Prior
“Okay. When we get there, just stay hidden in the back. Take one of the earpieces. I’ll create a distraction. I want you to sneak around back. There’s a walk-out door from the basement. Most likely, she will be down there,” Cash says as I climb over the back seat into the trunk.
“Where else would she be if she isn’t down there?” I ask.
“Myles, I’m not going to lie to you…You thought Declan was a psychopath, but he was nothing compared to Quin. Just be prepared for…”
My breath hitches in my throat.
“What? Prepared for what?”
“Just…She might be in rough shape or…”
“No! Don’t fucking say it, Cash!”
“I’m not, okay? I just want you to know what you might be walking into…He’s crazy.”
“I’ll fucking show him crazy. If he harmed a single hair on her head…No, fuck it. If you can get him restrained, leave him for me.”
“Myles…”
“No! He’s going to pay for taking her from me.”
“Quiet! We’re at the gate. Alexandria, when we get there, I want you to stay in the car as well. Wait for Dex’s team to get here. Got it?”
“Fine. Whatever,” she huffs.
I flip up the false bottom of the trunk and slip inside the opening. It’s snug, and my body has to bend at a weird angle. I can feel my stitches straining and pulling at my skin.
“Hey, Vance! Long time no see. Can you let Quin know I’m here?”
“Hey, Cash. Yeah. He’s just dealing with anissueat the moment, but he should be finished soon.” I can hear the chuckle in his voice, and my stomach drops.
“No problem. I’ll just wait in the kitchen. I know he had a remodel done, but did the layout change?”
“Nah, the only thing that changed was he added a pool out back and a few new toys for the basement. Who’s the chick? One of your dancers?”
“Yeah. Dancer…Private entertainer…Honestly, she’s one of the best,” Cash teases.
“Sweet! Might need to have her give us a show later. You got a name, Sweetheart?”
“Angel. Her name’s Angel. She doesn’t speak much. Honestly, we prefer them to be silent. No one wants pillow talk after theentertainment.”
“Fuck! I could definitely use someentertainment,” he laughs. I can only imagine Alexandria’s nails digging into the leather as she tries not to hit them.
“You off at nine?”
“Nope. He’s got us on twenty-four-hour shifts. Something about needing higher security right now. You know how paranoid he can be,” he laughs.
