Semua Bab Dirty Shifts: Bab 41 - Bab 48

We kept tearing down that dark, abandoned road until the headlights flickered against the overgrown brush. Suddenly, Sophia slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching hard as the car jerked to an aggressive halt.Marcus blinked, his smug grin faltering for a hot second. "Yo, everything all right?""Oh, yeah, darling. Everything is absolutely fine. Why the fuck wouldn't it be fine, you bitch-ass nigga?" Sophia yelled as she whipped her head around from the driver’s seat.Before he could even process the attitude, she unclicked her seat belt, threw her door open, and stepped out of the damn car. She marched straight to the back door where Marcus was sitting. I didn't waste a beat—I slid out of the back seat, letting her take my spot, and hopped right into the driver’s seat. It was showtime. Time for Sophia to teach this motherfucker a lesson for the script he ran on her seventeen long years ago. The second I got behind the wheel, I hit the master lock. Front and back

The trap was set, and the bait was too juicy for a greedy bitch to ignore. Emma dialed that private line, keeping her voice pitched down, sounding like some high-rolling assistant out of Miami looking to move a heavy brick of snow. Bella swallowed the hook whole, hook, line, and sinker. She didn’t even question it. She gave us a location—an abandoned, rusted-out shipping yard down by the docks, where the city lights don’t shine and the only sound is the water slapping against the concrete.But what that stupid whore didn’t know was that we already had the feds and the local precinct sitting on standby. We fed them the exact coordinates, the vehicle description, and the weight of the package. We timed it to the absolute second.When we pulled up, we kept our headlights off, killing the engine and coasting into the shadows of a crumbling brick warehouse. A few yards away, under the dim, flickering buzz of a dying yellow streetlamp, sat Bella’s midnight-blue Mercedes.

THE WELCOME PARTYWe pulled up to the venue right on time, stepping out of the ride looking like pure royalty. Bianca was strutting in front of us, acting like she owned the joint, as we headed toward her assigned table. Stacy Williams hadn’t even made her grand entrance yet. I did a quick sweep of the hall, and my heart did a little double-take. Gabriel’s security detail was posted up in every single corner. They had goons everywhere.Damn, this shit just got ten times more complicated, I thought, adjusting the strap of my dress. Snatching Stacy Williams out of this place alive was gonna be a whole-ass mission, but as long as I’m still drawing breath, I’m getting the job done.Just then, the double doors swung open, and Evan strolled in with a small entourage of yes-men. He took a seat at a VIP table directly opposite ours."Look who just walked in. Your deadbeat stepdad is officially in the building," Emma teased, nudging my shoulder with a wicked smirk."First of all, that motherfu

My heart was hammer-boxing against my ribs, but I didn't let my face show a damn thing. I had to keep my composure. You don't get to be a bad bitch by folding the second a nigga points a gun at you. I took a slow, deliberate breath, letting my shoulders drop, and looked Stacy dead in her eyes."First of all, sweetheart, you can think whatever," I said, my voice smooth, cold, and entirely steady. I didn't even look at the weapon pointed at my head. "But you need to tell your boy to lower that toyshop strap before he does something we both gonna regret. Because you got the whole damn script wrong."Stacy raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "Oh, really? Because from where I’m standing, you’ve been crawling all over Evan and Gabriel’s crew. You’re his little shadow, aren't you? So why shouldn't I put a bullet in your chest right now and save myself the headache?"I let out a dry, sarcastic laugh, shaking my head. "Me? Working for them? Bitch, please. If you think I’m on team Gabriel or l