“There’s only her car that we can see, but that doesn’t mean she’s alone,” I mutter before I continue. “Should we knock on the door?”
Heidi doesn’t say anything immediately. She looks at the driveway, then out the windshield. I can practically see the wheels turning inside her head as she thinks about what she’s going to say. Though I couldn't even guess at what she’s thinking, I wait.
“If she’s shady like we both suspect, if someone is in there and we knock, she’s going to deny it.”
“We break in?” I ask.
“I don’t see any cameras on the house, although she’s probably got a doorbell one.”
No doubt she’s got a doorbell one. Her backyard also butts up to someone else’s backyard, so it’s not like we can hop a fence from the back and just waltz in.
I press my lips together as I look around. This feels very big, and Heidi is right: we don’t want to just walk up and knock as we did for the others. This needs to be handled differently because I think Millie is inside.
I don’t know why I think it or why I feel it, but I do. And if she’s in there, Anna is going to try and hide that shit because she’ll, without a doubt, know that she’s a dead woman walking the moment I discover my woman in her house.
“How about I knock on the front door while you move around the side of the house and slip by the fence? Even if she has a camera, she’ll be too busy answering the door to worry about what you’re doing.”
Nodding once, I jerk my chin toward the glove box. It’s a great plan, but there’s one flaw: it leaves Heidi completely fucking unprotected. And Millie would have my ass if something happened to her best friend.
“Open up that box. You know how to use a gun?” I ask.
Her eyes widen as she reaches for the latch and tugs it open. The gun is right there, exactly where I knew it would be. It’s myextra piece, but it’s also completely untraceable, as is the one in my shoulder holster.
I’m a cop. If someone decided to do me dirty and trace club business back to me, it would be fucking devastating. So unrecognizable and untraceable is the only way for me to go when it comes to my piece.
“I do,” she states. “I have my own, but I flew here.”
“That won’t be traced back to a single fucking person. Best use it if you need to.”
“Smart man,” she mutters as she checks the device. It’s checked, loaded, and ready to go. Her gaze flicks to mine as she tucks it into the back of her pants. “You ready?” she asks.
Goddamn, this woman is a whole-ass treasure, and if I weren’t head over heels in love with Millie, I would find it hard to stay away from Heidi.
“Let’s go,” I grind out.
MILLIE
“Pussy’s good, baby,” Dante announces.
I throw up a little in my mouth, but swallow it back down. I am so exhausted, my body is heavy, and I don’t know how long I can lie here completely still, not only listening to this disgusting pair but also, my legs are aching.
“Dick game is on point,” Anna purrs.
Again…icky.
“She should be awake by now,” Dante mutters.
I can hear him moving and shuffling around. I don’t open my eyes or move, though, to watch him. I don’t want him to know I’m awake. I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I feel like the sooner I’m awake, the less of a chance I have at survival.
Anna makes a noise in the back of her throat. “Why are you so obsessed with her when I’m right here?”
Dante doesn’t say anything. I know he doesn’t speak, but what he does next almost sends me to my feet. I hear his hand land against her skin, I assume her cheek. She whimpers, then I hear a thud. He’s hit her. She’s fallen to the floor.
“I don’t need to explain shit to you, bitch. You’re a cunt for me to fuck. Nothing else. Know your goddamn place.”
Well, that’s more like Dante.
I’m not sure what Anna thought they were, but she’s now been informed. “Get your ass up and—” Before he finishes his sentence, the doorbell rings.
