Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
I pinch the bridge of my nose. Just spitting out the words makes me feel like a failure. “I don’t know what the fuck happened, but it was coordinated. They busted in with windbreakers and a big ass truck for evidence. Kicked us out of the building.”
“Aria too?” Ace’s confusion triggers my own.
“Yeah. She’s here with me at the mansion.” She works for Morgan International, too, so it doesn’t make sense that they don’t want to talk to her, but she doesn’t manage anything important. “She does the marketing for all the umbrella companies.”
“Shit. This could really put a wrench in our plans for Los Tres Colombianos.”
“That’s my worry too. The Feds kicked us out because Aria lost her shit, but they didn’t say we couldn’t return once they were done. There’s no reason to think, yet, that our plans are fucked.”
I’m not sure if I’m overstepping, but I already fucked up once, so I let him have it. Everything that went down.
“There’s more.”
“You’re fucking killin’ me, Lucky.”
The disappointment in his voice slices through me, and I nod even though he can’t see me.
“Yeah, I know. But when Aria and I got back to the mansion, someone took some potshots at us.” I still can’t believe it. “The thing is, I was careful on the way back from her office. No one followed us. I made sure of it.”
There’s a long silence before Ace speaks again. “Did you see the shooter?”
“No, but right before I hit the ground with Aria, I saw a flash of cherry red bumper.” Reluctantly, I tell him about the red lowrider I saw when Aria was on her date.
“Probably those fucking Bloodthirsty Devils. But what do they have to do with you or Aria? Those motherfuckers are becoming a big problem, and we’ll have to deal with them sooner rather than later.” He sounds stressed, and all I’m doing is adding to his worry. So much for being an asset to the MC.
“Maybe it has to do with Morgan? Rest assured, the princess doesn’t know anything. She’s not that—” I begin just as Aria’s stilettos sound on the tile floor behind me.
“Lucky.”
I wave her off without looking back because this is more important.
“Lucky,” she growls, her tone more annoyed than before. “Lucky, this is important, dammit.”
I freeze and whirl around to give her a piece of my mind, but the words die on my lips at the sight of her in hot pink shorty-shorts and a pale pink tank that shows off her fuckin’ nipples.
“What?” I bark.
She’s holding Coco’s pink carrier in her hand with a smirk as she reaches inside and pulls out three large green leatherbound books.
“I took the books before we left. The real books.” At my shocked expression, she shrugs. “Daddy always said to protect the books at all costs. That’s why they were in my office and not the CFO or accounting department.”
I could kiss her, but I won’t.
“Did she just say what I think she said?” Ace’s voice cuts in on the phone, more upbeat, his tone slightly amused.
“She did,” I assure him. “What’s next?” I keep my gaze on Aria while Ace speaks.
“Come to the clubhouse for now. I’ll have Wild Man look into alternate housing but bring those fucking books. They’ll contain the leverage we need to get that much closer to exacting our revenge on LTC. Good work.”
He ends the call, confident I’ll do exactly what he ordered me to do.
Because I will. That’s how the MC works.
“Well?” Aria’s smile is still so fucking kissable that I have to look away.
Luckily, I know my next words are gonna seriously piss her off. “We can’t stay here.”
“What?” Her voice screeches so high that Coco comes running and barking because the dog never shuts the fuck up.
“You heard me. Your dad is gone, and it appears that someone is after him. Or you. It’s not clear who those bullets were meant for, but I sure as fuck don’t live in this mansion, so they must have been for you or Daddy.”
“No. I’m not leaving!” She stomps her foot like the bratty rich girl she is, and I fold my arms, smiling at the way her tits are jiggling through this little tantrum.
“I need to go to the clubhouse, which means you need to come with me, Aria.”
She stops and crosses her arms, blonde brows arched defiantly. “Daddy’s security will look after me.”
I get in her face and grab her chin. “Look around, sweetheart. Do you see Daddy’s security anywhere to be found? Because I sure as fuck can’t find them. Next time, I won’t be here to stop your pretty little head from getting filled with lead.”
Her gaze narrows. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Yeah, and you’re a pain in the ass, so we make a fine pair.” I take a step back and point at the carrier. “Pack a bag or two, including those books, and let’s go.”