“Brielle,” I said flatly, “where is she?”
“Tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk,” she said, having the audacity to click her tongue at me, “your little play toy? Oh, she’s fine.”
“Spit it out,” Dante snarled as he grabbed her arm and spun her around. “We don’t have any more time for your games. Who the fuck are you taking us to in exchange for Brielle?”
The woman’s eyebrows rose. “Guess you’re not slipping as much as you let on. Risky, risky.”
Dante scoffed. “It’s the oldest play in the book. It’s not like you’re revolutionary. You take us, you capture her, and then you trade us for the bounty and set her free. So, who are you taking us to?”
“What makes you think I’m going to set her free?” Rachel asked.
“You will never get your fucking hands on her,” Mav snarled.
And that was when I heard tires rolling over the pressed dirt of our parking lot outside.
“That’s my cue,” the woman chirped as she quickly holstered her weapon. “Now, if you’ll just make your way outside with me, you guys can zip tie each other’s wrists together and climb into the back of that van.”
I loomed over her as my teeth gnashed together. “Not until you tell us—”
She pulled her gun back off her hip at such lightning speed that by the time she pointed it at my feet, it was already too late. The crack of her gun sent Dante flying into me, tackling me to the ground. The smell of gunpowder filled my nostrils. Mav growled before another bullet popped off. And as Dante scrambled to his feet, he grabbed my leather jacket and helped me up.
“I’m gonna kill her,” Mav growled as his trigger finger twitched.
“No!” Dante exclaimed, slamming his arm against Mav’s, making him drop his gun.
“What the fuck!?” Mav exclaimed.
“I swear,” the woman said with a deathly smile on her face, “this is better than cable.”
“Enough,” I grunted.
Dante and Mav looked over at me as I drew in a deep breath.
“We’ll do as you ask, so long as you take us to her,” I said.
“We’re going to what?” Dante glowered.
I whipped toward him. “If she’s dead, so is Brielle. If you haven’t picked up on that yet, then it’s your own damn fault for being so fucking blindsided. You, out of all of us, should’ve seen this coming. Why didn’t you?”
The woman snickered. “Maybe it has something to do with the sex he had tonight.”
I wanted to choke Dee out. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Mav chuckled. “I knew when you walked in on us that—”
I slowly panned my gaze to Mav. “You fucked her, too?”
He shrugged. “You told her to make herself at home, so she did… on my face. What do you want from me?”
Red dripped over my vision as I slowly turned back toward the woman with the gun.
Who still wore Brielle’s dress.
“We’ll play ball,” I said, placing my gun back into its holster on my hip, “but you take us to her. Immediately. Otherwise, we kill you and everyone else we can get our hands on before we’re gunned down.”
The woman winked at me as she holstered her gun again. “Good boy. Now come along, gentlemen. We don’t want to keep anyone waiting.”
My God, there was no telling what she had done with Brielle. For all we knew, her body had been discarded back at the charity gala. I couldn’t stomach the thought. If Brielle was dead because my men thought with their dicks more than their brains—
