All Chapters of Wet For Him: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The car park stretched in front of us like a held breath. The third man stayed leaning against the delivery van, one hand still raised in that empty, almost polite gesture. Behind us the follower held the mouth of the lane without coming closer. The shape of the trap was simple and effective.Jace didn’t raise his weapon. He didn’t need to. The readiness in his body did the work for him.“You’re persistent,” he said.The third man gave a small shrug. “You’re carrying something that keeps rewriting the map. Persistence is reasonable.”Emma stayed close to my left side. Ruth had shifted half a step behind me. My father and Marco held the wider angles, watching for the moment either of the other groups used this pause to close in.I kept my voice steady. “You already tried this once. It didn’t work.”“That was before the other two sides started bleeding each other for the same object,” he replied. “The longer you keep the case, the more expensive the street becomes for everyone. I’m offe

The underpass held its silence like a held breath. The woman at the far end didn’t move closer. She simply stood in the stronger light, watching me with a soft, familiar expression that made the ground under my feet feel unstable.My mother’s smile.The same slight curve at the left corner of her mouth. The same way her eyes softened when she looked at me. For a second the years of grief and the finality of her death collapsed into something impossible.Jace shifted in front of me at once, body angled to block. “Don’t move.”Emma’s hand found my wrist and gripped hard. “Scarlett… that can’t be—”“I know,” I said. My voice sounded distant even to myself.Ruth had gone completely still beside us. The color had drained from her face. Whatever she had expected when she stepped into the open with the second set of papers, this wasn’t part of it.The woman spoke. Her voice carried cleanly under the brick arch, calm and steady.“You’ve been carrying too much for too long,” she said. “I didn’

She stood out there like she had timed it down to the second. The woman with my mother’s face kept her hand raised just long enough for us to see it, then dropped it and walked straight toward the compound gate. Behind her the first pursuit car was already closing the distance on the road.Jace didn’t waste time. “She comes in or she stays out. We’re not opening that gate for a conversation in the open.”My father was already at the side door. The look on his face was hard to read—shock, anger, and something that looked a lot like grief trying to claw its way back up. He unlocked it just as she reached the fence.She slipped inside without waiting for permission. Jace shut the door hard behind her and threw the bolt.“You have about a minute before they hit this place,” he said.“I know.” Her voice was calm, but there was urgency under it. “That’s why I’m here. You can’t stay. The records make you too visible now. Both sides have stopped caring about subtlety.”Noah stood a few feet a

Tobias stood at the far end of the alley like he had all the time in the world. Three men waited behind him, spread just wide enough to cut the cleanest exits. The walls on either side of us were too high to climb without equipment. The direction we had come from still carried the distant sound of the car park search.We were in a bottle.Jace stopped the group at once. His body shifted in front of mine without making a show of it. Noah stayed close on my other side, close enough that I could feel the tension coming off him. He finally understood that the people in front of us were not the kind you reasoned with.Tobias’s eyes moved across the group and settled on me.“You have been expensive,” he said. “Adriana is done allowing the cost to rise.”Jace’s voice stayed flat. “Then she can come tell us herself.”“She prefers results over conversation.” Tobias took one slow step forward. “The case. Now. The rest of you can still walk away from this alley. That offer expires the moment one

The light on the device kept blinking in the same steady rhythm. No one spoke for several seconds. The sound of the truck engine filled the silence and made it heavier.Jace’s hands stayed tight on the wheel. “Find it. Now.”We started searching while the truck was still moving. Jackets came off. Pockets emptied. The case was checked and then checked again. Marco ran his hands along the seams of the seats. My father examined the bags we still carried. Emma turned out everything she had on her without being asked.Noah did the same, movements stiff with the understanding that the danger had followed us into the vehicle itself. When his shoulder brushed mine during the search, Jace’s eyes found us in the rearview mirror and stayed there a second too long.Nothing turned up.The woman who wore my mother’s face kept her attention on the device. “It is close. The signal strength says it is inside this truck with us. If we cannot find it while moving, we have to stop and do this properly.”