Loyalty Lisa Scottoline Novels & Stories

Golden accents, crystal chandeliers, and soft jazz hummed in the background. “Drink?” he asked, guiding me toward a private lounge. “Sure.” I needed something to calm my nerves. Xavier poured two glasses of expensive scotch, handing me one before his eyes drifted shamelessly over my body. “You know, Nico’s a lucky man… or maybe not lucky enough if he’s letting you come here alone.” I forced a playful chuckle. “He trusts me.” “Then he’s a fool.” He clinked his glass against mine. I waited for the right moment, fingers slowly brushing past my cleavage where the packet was hidden. One slip into his drink and it would all be over.

"If you're calling to tell me I've won the lottery, I love you." "Sadly, no." "Then I'm busy." "You're impossible." I smiled despite myself. "What do you want?" Her tone changed instantly. "How's your family?" The smile disappeared. I sank back into my chair. "Not great." She didn't push. One of the reasons Chloe was my best friend was because she knew when to give people space. Instead, she changed the subject. "You remember the gala?" I groaned. "The charity gala?" "Yes."

I opened it, and it turned out to be someone I didn't expect. "You?" "My name is Lisa Scott, the Luna of this pack , and I'm here to see Olivia."

Lisa replied, she frowned a little when she saw Scarlett, the face looked familiar. Scarlett noticed how she was staring at her. "Do you know me?" She asked, snapping Lisa out of her thoughts. "Oh, I'm so sorry, you kind of look familiar so I'm trying to remember where I've seen you." Scarlett smiled. "The name's Scarlett. Scarlett Paige." Lisa's eyes widen with realization. "I knew I've seen you somewhere before, but that was a long time ago, you're Elora's friend." Scarlett nodded. ''I am.''

“We don’t.” “Target?” Erico asked. “Marseille,” Vincenzo replied. “Erase Orlov’s spine. Leave nothing that breathes loyalty to him.” Erico nodded. “And Bianca?” Erico asked, voice tight. Vincenzo met his gaze steadily. “She stays where she can see us win. Not hidden. Not caged.” Erico’s jaw flexed. “She won’t like that.” “She’s not meant to,” Vincenzo said. “She’s meant to survive.”