He swallowed hard. “I wasn’t sure.”
“Fucking hell,” I hissed.
The woman nearly cackled, she was so entertained. “So, with that little inkling in the pit of your gut—”
Dante interrupted her, though. “That goes both ways. You could’ve done away with me the second you got onto the back of my bike with that knife on your left hip, but you didn’t. Why come all the way here?”
And when she didn’t answer, I answered for her.
“Because you’re out on a contract trying to get paid,” I said.
She slowly panned her empty gaze over to me. “The three amigos have a lovely little contract that I simply can’t ignore. After all, a woman can do a lot with three mil a head.”
I’d never seen Dante’s face get as red as it did at that moment. Even Mav dropped his sandwich to the floor and placed his hand on the butt of his gun. I was fuming. Every single ounce of blood in my body boiled at once. Who in the absolute hell had a bounty out on us?
And how the fuck did we not know about it!?
“Axe,” Mav warned.
I dropped the gun and placed the barrel right against that bitch’s crotch.
“Hey now,” she said with a grin, “don’t tease me with a good time.”
“I won’t ask you again,” I said as I damn near shoved it up her fucking pussy. “Where. Is. Brielle?”
Dante grabbed that woman’s hair, however, and yanked her head back. “Who took the bounty out on us?”
“Dante,” Mav said curtly.
“Oh,” Rachel groaned as I slid the barrel of my gun up to her chest, “I bet she loves being manhandled by you.”
Dante dipped down with his teeth gnashed together. “Answer my fucking question, you useless bitch.”
“Now,” I said, pressing my gun to her heart.
She giggled like a fucking schoolgirl. “You mean, the man who can read everyone like an open book doesn’t have the faintest clue as to why someone would want them dead? You’re slipping, Dante.”
“Tell me!” he bellowed.
“Dante,” Mav said, yanking his grip out of the woman’s hair.
Her head whipped up and her fiery gaze connected with mine. “What’s the best way to throw someone off their game?”
“No more games,” I said, raising the gun to her head, “tell us where Brielle is.”
Dante answered, though. “A distraction.”
Rachel smiled so broadly that it made my fucking stomach flip. “A bit slow on the uptick, but at least he got there. Right, Axton?”
“Who took it out?” Mav asked.
She peered over at him, moving only her eyes. “I suppose whoever wants you distracted.”
Dante glowered. “I can think of only one person that would be.”
And when her smile overtook her face, I knew.
She was the one that took the bounty out on us.
