“I’m not surprised. He’s not this stupid.”
“But it was an inside job,” Baron goes on.
“He would hire someone to do his bitchwork,” Mav jokes.
I spin around, ready to grab him by the throat. “Amara was shot at. That’s not bitchwork.”
But Mav just grins. “You’re getting attached.”
“Are you attached to your face? Because I’m about to make it damn fucking hard to recognize.”
“Mav’s right,” Baron cuts in. “Keep your head clear, boss.”
“You know none of this would have happened if we’d handled things our way,” Mav points out.
“Yeah, well, the old men like to handle it like gentlemen,” Baron says. “With negotiations and agreements.”
“Meanwhile, we’re getting shot at by Tristan’s boys,” Mav spits. “If they’re going to play dirty, so are we. We’ll hunt Tristan down, beat it out of him, find the men he hired, and do the same to them.”
“What do you think?” Baron asks.
But I think it’s obvious what I think.
“We’re going to find the men who could have killed Amara and nearly took my mom’s hand off,” I snarl. “And we’re going to make them wish they’d die by being beaten to death.”
“Let’s go!” Mav claps.
Everything is on fire right now, including my temper. But one thing is for certain. When I ampakhan,things are going to be run very differently. I will rule with a harsher hand.
Driving around in Chadovich territory is never a good idea. But I am determined to find Tristan. Whether he was the one who fired the bullets or not, I want to get my hands on him. I know he’s behind it all.
“We should just light their world on fire,” Mav says. “They’ll come crawling out of the woodwork if their homes are up in flames.”
Maverick has always had a trigger-pulling mentality when it comes to fighting the Chadovichs. Obviously, that’s not the way to handle things.
“The focus right now is Amara,” I say flatly. “I need to keep her safe.”
“You’re really in deep, aren’t you, Cuz?” Baron asks.
My eyes rip from the road long enough to shoot bullets in his direction.
“He’s not wrong.” Mav smiles, leaning in from the back seat. “And I feel like you need to reel it in.”
“I think you both need to shut your fucking mouths,” I snap.
“I think what Maverick is trying to say is be careful,” Baron says.
“What I’m trying to say is if you’re going to keep her close,keep her close.As in rein that shit in,” Maverick has the gall to go on. “Word on the street is she was seen with Tristan.”
“She was caught alone with him at the masquerade because he followed her outside,” I say. “And that’s been taken care of.”
“Not the masquerade,” Mav says. “Last night.”
“Last night?” I frown. “Amara wasn’t with Tristan last night.”
“Do you know where she was?” Baron dares to ask.
My jaw clenches and unclenches. “She was with her friend.”
