Semua Bab Pregnant With The Billionaire's Twins : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Marcus’s pov“Fast,” I said after a moment. “No loose ends.”“Sure thing, boss,” Carlos said.“I mean it,” I frowned. “You’ve already seen what she can do. She might be pregnant but she’s smart. Kill her and take pictures. I need it for the boss.”They nodded.I turned and stepped to the door before they got started as Katherine called me.“Please you don’t need to do this,” she said as I sighed and looked at her.“It’s just a job.”“I’ll pay you whatever you want. Just don’t kill me. Please. My brother is in a coma, my stepmother is trying to destroy my father and I’m pregnant. I already have a lot I’m dealing with at home. Can I at least have some time to bail myself out of this? Please.”I was already having pity on her but a job was a job and right now she was not that important to me. I sighed and looked at my hands.“As much as I want to listen to you, I can’t. I’ve been paid handsomely for your demise and I can’t delay your death any longer. Don’t take this personally miss. But

Dacre’s povA little quiver passed through her body as I knew she was cold. I took off my coat and handed it to her and watched her put it around her thin body.“You blinked and for a second I thought you were going to freeze there.”“You’ll get cold,” Grace said as she was worried about me but I shook my head.“I’m fine. You shouldn’t worry about me. You’re the cold one here.”“Thanks.” She held onto it as we looked into the night in silence with the only sound we could hear the clacking on computers courtesy of Dante.It was always like this now—people walking on eggshells around me. Like I was some wild thing that might lash out without warning. I got it. I wasn’t exactly known for my charm. But it still gnawed at me sometimes. The looks. The whispers. The way no one ever really asked if I was okay as they knew I was the great Dacre and I didn’t want anything.“Sorry for speaking out of turn sir but I don’t know you would do something like that for me.”“Like what?”“Give someone y

Dacre’s povWe drove in silence. The kind that didn’t feel too comfortable. The kind that feels like there’s a countdown ticking somewhere inside your bones.I didn’t realize how fast I was actually going until Dante let out a sharp breath as the car skidded slightly on one of the turns. He reached for the side door, muttering something under his breath.“You drive like a fucking lunatic you know that,” he grunted as he struggled to look at his phone.“We don’t have the time to play safe, you know. She’s in there, Dante. She might be bleeding. She might be getting beaten up. We don’t know that. But we need to get there as soon as possible.”He didn’t answer. Just kept tapping on his screen like his fingers knew more than we did. I veered off the road and drove off-road for a bit and finally up to a thick brush line that looked out over a clearing with the hotel sitting there in the center of it all. Quiet. Ugly. Still.I killed the engine and looked at him.“What next?” I asked as he

Dacre’s povThe window wasn’t high enough to kill us, but still high enough to make my stomach twist. The second my boots hit the frame, I didn’t think… I jumped.I could feel her hands around me as if she wouldn’t let go.I aimed for the water and it didn’t take long before we splashed into it as the water pulled us under for a while before we stabilized and swam up.The moment I hit the surface, I looked around for Katherine.“Katherine?” I called, a bit unsure before knowing she hadn’t resurfaced. “Katherine!”That did the trick, as she rushed up for air and panted as I swam to keep her steady.“It’s okay. You’re okay,” I said to her.She nodded and held onto me as I heard more gunshots in the hotels with a couple of explosions. I wondered what Dante was doing and if he wasn’t coming in after us.It was at that moment that I saw them rushing out.Shadows moving fast. People—too many of them—running toward us. Guns up.The shots rang out, and intook that as my cue to move. My hand s

Marcus’s povHe didn’t respond. He didn’t move. His chest barely rose and fell. “I’m not here for you.”I let out a short, humorless laugh. “That so?”“I’m here to rescue someone. Then I’m gone. You’ll never see me again.”“Rescue someone,” I repeated, like it was a punch line. I tilted my head to the side, like I was pretending to think it over. “Here’s the thing about that . . .” My voice hardened. “It’s not a negotiation. You walk out now with nothing in your goddamn hands . . . maybe you live. You stick around?” Another grin teased across my mouth. “I put a bullet between your eyes.”He didn’t even flinch at the words. “You’re in my way.”I scoffed. “Boy, you have no idea what you’re in the middle of.”He laughed a little then, and as his hand lifted—not to his gun but to his vest—I saw something small, round and metallic.“Fuck,” I cussed under my breath.He threw it to me as the grenade sailed overhead, slowly at first, before I knew to get out of the way.Sideways I dove, roll