LOGINThe GPS chimed, alerting Jon that he’d arrived. Swerving into entrance, Jon stared around at the monstrous parking garage. The motherfucker had given him the wrong address. His knuckles whitened, clenching the steering wheel as he seethed. The old fool’s stammering run in his ears, drumming louder than his burning heartbeat. Underground. Maneuvering the car through the parking gates, Jon weaved through the levels, descending lower and lower until he reached the very botto
Muffled voices penetrated through the ringing in Jon’s ears, the numbness flooding through his nervous system. Black eyes flickered toward the edge of the room, the cluster of women straightening themselves up. Alexis ran a hand through her platinum blonde hair, sliding the silver gun back into its holster. Danielle shuffled uncomfortably, hovering between Alexis and Zoe, unsure of what she was supposed to do now. Jon felt another tinge of sympathy. His gaze drifted to the now-prone Violet, blood pooling around her head like a red crown.Sighing, Alexis narrowed her eyes at her former friend, hidden beneath Jon as his hands pressed against her abdomen. “Kirsten, can you go upstairs? Tell Fletch it needs to be cleaned up down here.”Kirsten nodded stiffly, turquoise eyes darted towards Jon, her lip curling in disdain before she flicked her flame-red hair over her shoulder and disappeared down the corridor.Once the thuds of Kirsten’s boots stomping down the hallway petered out, Alexis
Terror etched itself in every line, every dimple of Zoe’s face as her navy eyes flashed towards him. The lift squealed as it lowered, clanging at the bottom for a moment before the doors slid open with a metallic wail. Sharp fingernails clenched into the skin of his arm. “They’re going to kill you, Jon. Why didn’t you stay away?”She was petrified. He could feel the clamminess of her palms against his forearms, and as he swept her behind his broad back, he could feel the accelerated thumping of her heart. He hated feeling powerless, and right now, he felt fucking incapacitated. Protecting Zoe would be fucking impossible once he’d been gunned down. Thrusting his hand into his pocket, he wrapped his fingers around his gun, preparing to shoot the newest leader of the Polanski family on sight.Shoes clipping against the concrete sent his heart racing, the feeling of Zoe’s fingers digging into his muscles keeping him grounded in rea
“How much longer do you plan on letting this go on for?” Violet snapped from over Alexis’ shoulder, hazel eyes boring daggers into the monitors displaying the sweet reunion with crystal clarity. Alexis sucked in a sharp breath, unable to stifle the grin tugging at the corners of her thin lips. He fucking came. She had finally hit the fucking jackpot. Behind her, a black boot tapped impatiently on the polished concrete floor. “Seriously, Alexis. What’s the plan? Why aren’t we fucking on our way down there now?”Alexis ignored her, furrowing her brow as steel green eyes remained glued to the screen. She watched with a furled lip as he entangled his fingers with Zoe’s, pacing over to the far side of the space, his free hand fumbling haphazardly across the walls. He was searching for another exit.“Kirsten,” she barked. “Call Danny and make sure the Plymouth exit is secure.”The sound of heavy boots clomping along the floor was all Alexis could hear before Kirsten’s voice pierced the ters
The GPS chimed, alerting Jon that he’d arrived. Swerving into entrance, Jon stared around at the monstrous parking garage. The motherfucker had given him the wrong address. His knuckles whitened, clenching the steering wheel as he seethed. The old fool’s stammering run in his ears, drumming louder than his burning heartbeat. Underground. Maneuvering the car through the parking gates, Jon weaved through the levels, descending lower and lower until he reached the very bottom. There was nowhere else for him to go. Parking in an empty bay, he turned the light on his phone and slipped his gun and blade into his pocket, creeping along the outskirts of the blackened lot.There was nothing.No suspicious doors, no unnecessary stairwells, nothing. Bitten nails scraped against the concrete walls, heavy boots kicking against the edges of the floors in sheer desperation.Zoe’s face appeared in his mind, large blue eyes filled with fear and dread.
Sucking back a long drag of his cigarette, Jon throat burned, his voice growing hoarse from barking orders and chain smoking. “Do we know how to get in there yet? I know the main location. Do you think they’d be keeping her there?”Booker shrugged, eyeing off the scattered cigarette butts accumulating around the exterior of Jon’s car. “I don’t know, kid. I think yer best bet is to get Georgie boy squealin’.”“My best bet?” Jon hissed through gritted teeth. “What happened to our? Get Jermaine or one of your other trusted,” he spit the word out as if it were poison, “men to get him for me.”As Booker hesitated, Jon could see his brain ticking over, debating whether or not to offer his opinion. Jon gave him no time to think, his voice coming out in a low hiss. “Now.”Scratching the white stubble of his sagging jowls, Booker shuffled away from Jon’s heaving frame, pulling his phone from his pocket to call in reinforcements. Jon’s knee bounced, his own phone jiggling in his shaky hand as he
A metallic tang filled Zoe’s mouth, her tongue bitten to hold back a sarcastic retort. Gazing up at her former friend, Zoe wondered just how many signs she’d missed. The woman before her had all the features of kind, cautious Sienna but the moment her mouth opened, it was like her entire body was possessed by the devil – a feminine shell oozing pure evil. If Zoe had been so blind to miss who her friend truly was, what was the likelihood she’d misread Jon?“You’ve worked at the club for five years,” Zoe murmured. “Why didn’t you take him out at any point during that time? Why go after the girls his with?”“What was I supposed to do, Zoe? Shoot him at the fucking table?” she barked, clearly infuriated by Zoe’s intrusive line of questioning. In an instant though, her face had snapped back to cool, calm and collected, the transition prickling Zoe’s skin. “It’s a lot to process, I know. How about I give you some time to think about it? Say twenty-four hours?” She swooped forward, looping h
A shock of platinum blonde hair weaved through the rowdy crowd. Zoe watched it zigzag before Sienna Beckett, one of her closest friends at SubTerra, arrived in front of her, slightly out of breath.“Oh my God, Elford just came in and told Simon what happened! Are you okay?”Swallowing the hard lump
The dark silence of the parking lot was a stark contrast to the rambunctious atmosphere of the powerful and covert club, SubTerra. A sizeable crowd had formed by the wood-stained bar, predominately men squawking provocatively in an attempt to cajole the bartender to serve them first. After receivin
Dangerous.Patrons and staff of SubTerra used only one word to describe Jon Moretti; dangerous. He was one of many dangerous men who walked through the clandestine establishment, and yet Jon Moretti was the one they warned her about. Career criminals, thieves, arsonists, gang members, murderers… th
In the midst of their conversation, the waitress wandered over, apologetically alerting them to the imminent closure of the shop. Glancing around the store, Zoe was surprised to see it completely empty, even the furious typist leaving at some point. Through the large bay window, darkness blanketed







