Dune’s POVJane’s mouth was warm, her tongue slick and familiar as it tangled with mine. Her hands roamed under my shirt like she was trying to memorize every inch of me again, like we hadn’t done this same dance on this same ragged couch a dozen times before.I tightened my grip on her waist, but a flicker of caution itched in my chest. I pulled back just enough to look at her eyes. “Are you sure she won’t barge in again?” I asked, my voice low. Jane laughed breathlessly, rolling her eyes as she leaned down and kissed the side of my jaw. “Camilla?” She scoffed and waved dismissively. “She hasn’t been around for days. She barely even calls anymore.”“She’s obsessive, Jane. You know that.”“Yes but she’s also a crazy, paranoid, and spiraling woman who still has a thriving job to do,” she said, grinding her hips into mine with a wicked smirk. “Relax. We’ve got time.”I let myself fall back into her, my mouth on her, the heat between us tensed with each touch. Her fingers slid into my h
Camilla’s POVHis voice dropped. “You don’t know what I’ve done to people worse than you. People not carrying innocent blood.”My pulse roared in my ears, skipping against my veins. “So what, you’re going to beat me until I miscarry? That it?”He tilted his head. “See, no.” He smiled, his eyes lighting up with a mischievous glint. “That’s too easy, and I’m not some wicked man. However, and rather unfortunately for you, I’ve learned how to apply pressure in all the right places. Pressure that hurts you… but not the little one in your belly.” His eyes glanced down to my stomach. He stood and walked to a steel table in the corner, pulling open a drawer.My stomach turned as he started to bring out different things. Raising them slowly in the air to taunt me. He pulled out a plier, then a taser and then some sharp knifes.“Leo—”“I warned you,” he said, calmly choosing a pair of long, thin surgical tweezers. “Jax told you to back off Riley. To stay away from her but you didn’t listen.”
Camilla’s POVI tugged at my wrists but the zip ties dug in deeper.“Get closer,” I said, lifting my chin, “I’ll make you regret it.”He chuckled, like we were some old friends sharing some stupid joke.“No, no. I like you right there. All tied up in this dim lighting. It suits you.”I said nothing. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.He took a slow walk around me, like he was inspecting an art piece. “You know, the hardest part was waiting. Watching and seeing where you ran to next. You’ve got a slippery little lifestyle, don’t you?”I kept my face straight, but my pulse thudded in my ears.He stepped in front of me, crouched, until we were at eye level.“I know about Paris. The hotel in Vienna. The cash transfers through the Bali shell companies. Your assistant who thinks she’s slick with burner phones isn’t so smart after all.” I tilted my head. “You clearly have a hobby. But this feels more like stalking than business.”“Oh, sweetheart,” he grinned wider. “This is personal, at
Camillas POVI poured myself a glass of Sauvignon Blanc and raised it slightly in the mirror, smirking at my reflection. I was still as flawless as always, still in charge.“Idiots,” I muttered as I glanced down at my phone, I still haven’t gotten any response from the goons, not even a single update since yesterday.I typed out a message to Cole—the tall one with the broken nose.Me: Where the hell are you? I want proof-of-life today.I stared at the screen, waiting for a double tick but nothing changed, no ticks and no typing bubble. Just dead silence that prickled the hairs at the back of my neck. I set the glass of wine down on a table a little too hard. “Useless scum.”A flicker of movement caught my eye through the window. I turned around fast, my heart thudding for a second, it was just the wind shifting the trees.“You’re being paranoid,” I told myself out loud. “They’re just idiots, not ghosts.”I turned back to the mirror, fixed my lipstick, and tossed my coat over one shou
Leo’s POV. The guy in front of me was already bleeding, but that didn’t matter to me. He hadn’t bled enough.I stared at him, both of his hands were zip-tied behind the chair. His shirt was soaked in sweat and his lip was busted open from the last punch I had landed on him. He was whimpering like a kicked dog, but still, I wasn’t satisfied, I wasn’t calm or near done with him. “Are you ready to answer my question now?” I growled. He stayed silent, his lips curled upwards into a smirk and he chuckled. My blood boiled inside of me and I backhanded him so hard his chair screeched backward on the floor. “I said speak, you piece of shit!”But despite that, he still said nothing, he just m coughed and then sneered at me. Big mistake.I stepped back, rolled my shoulders, cracked my neck. “Okay then. You want the hard way?”I unzipped the bag on the table, it had many things like, duct tape, razor and wire. Even a hammer. I laid them down one by one, slow, letting the sound echo through
Jax’s PovI stared at the building through the windshield, my fingers tightening around the grip of my gun. The van was silent, except for the occasional squawk from Jay’s comms and the soft creak of Leo adjusting beside me.There were three stories in front of us, with large windows and faded green paint.“She’s in there,” Leo muttered. No doubt in his voice.I nodded once. Jay’s voice crackled in my earpiece. “The perimeter is secure. My guys are positioned on all exits, you’ve got the green light.”My blood was boiling. I hadn’t slept. I hadn’t eaten. All I could see in my head was Riley’s face—tied, bruised, scared.Leo adjusted his vest and looked at me. “You ready?”“Yes” I growled, pushing the van door open. “Oh they’re gonna wish they didn’t dare me.”We moved fast, sticking to the side of the alley. Jay’s guy pointed toward the front door and gave a signal, there were guards inside, one or two.I didn’t care if there were twenty, I raised my boot and slammed it into the door