“Sounds like a good plan.And it’s not like we would be murderers.It would be the car crash that killed her.It’s like a grey area, so we won’t even have to feel bad about it since we won’t be taking a knife to her throat or some shit like that,” Magnolia declares.
Various ranges of disbelief, horror, and intrigue shine on everyone’s expressions.Summer has her eyes closed, chin lifted, like she’s praying for God to give her strength.
“You are on loud speaker,” Summer grumbles.
“I know,” Magnolia states, sounding confused.“Did it cut out or something?”
I chuckle, shaking my head.Isaac grins big.“I like her.”
Jaxon pinches the bridge of his nose.“We have families.”
“So do we,” Makayla slowly replies.She glances at her sister, silently questioning her.Malia only shrugs.
“Why don’t we let the police deal with it?”Summer questions, ignoring her cousins.
Malia jabs her thumb in Liam’s direction.“Because he just said she will get away with it.”
“Not if we can plant that she’s a flight risk,” he whispers, pulling out his phone.“I need to make a call.”He leaves the room.
Wyatt speaks up, his focus on Jaxon.“It won’t stop them.There is still the brother, the wife, and thenhim.Cut the head off one snake and another will appear.”
Jaxon briefly glances at his mum, before replying, “You’re forgetting they are just his puppets.Once they are out of the game, he will have no choice but to surface.And when he does, there is no coming back for him.”
If Mum is revolted by his unsaid words, she doesn’t show it.Then again, she has taken it upon herself to be the mother to Mina that Mina’s own mother never was.She has grown close to her, just like she has to Evie and Rebecca.All three women have been hurt by Black, whether it was by his hands or by someone he hired.Mum, being the mamma bear she is, has her own strong feelings about that.None she has voiced, but nonetheless, strongly feels.
Jaxon’s attention goes to the drive.“I told her not to come,” he whispers, his face ashen.“She was meant to stay with her mum and dad.We haven’t checked everywhere for other packages.”
I walk over to the window, spotting more than one car.I groan in frustration.“And she isn’t alone.”
Great.
This is all we need.
I’m kind of wishing I hit my head harder.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
