A Kingpin Love Affair: The Complete series(36)

“Okay,” she said simply, smiling. It was in that smile I knew she had lied to me. It wasn’t going to be okay. It was going to be far from okay. I just didn’t realize it right then.





Chapter Nineteen


I wanted to laugh loudly and uncontrollably at the man behind the wheel. This was him? The hero of the story? The man housing my soon to be wife, my queen, my f*cking pet. I could feel the anger in me waiting to be unleashed. All it would take was a simple snap of the neck or a shot to the back of his head delivered by me. Yet as I took my seat, I knew I couldn’t do it.

I wouldn’t because I wanted him to suffer, to know who it was that was making him bleed. As I sunk further into the leather, I allowed my eyes to linger over them, eventually stopping and narrowing on the back of her head. I could see her hair and the slope of her neck. It was far darker than I remember it being. I couldn’t see her face, but from the movements she was making, I could tell she knew something was wrong. Her sixth sense telling her danger lay within touching distance.

My teeth ground together as the man sitting next to her placed his hand on hers. That one movement almost made me change my mind.

“It’s okay,” I heard him whisper to her. He had no idea just how wrong he truly was. Nothing would be okay until her life was put in my hands. He was giving her false hope, teaching her the unknown was okay. She was foolish to believe him if she did.

“Thank you for coming on such short notice,” I interrupted, not wanting them to continue on with their intimate conversation. They were disgusting.

His eyes flashed to mine in the rearview mirror. He was sizing me up and down, and I could see the panic forming in his head. He had every reason to be afraid.

“Of course.” He cleared his throat. I continued to stare at Isabella in the front seat afraid if I looked away, she would disappear. Pulling my phone out, I knew I needed to make a phone call to my men. The drive I had scheduled was only a half hour long, long enough for me to be able to verify it was her. Having done so, I could now put my plan into motion.

“French Island is a nice place, yes?” I asked, wanting to make light conversation. It was best for people to not see you as an enemy. That way they never saw the attack coming, they never would expect you to place a bullet in the back of their head.

“Yes. Great schools, a nice small community.” Again, he was telling me about shit I couldn’t care less about, yet I played along as if I had known him the entire time.

“Have you two lived here long? My poor manners, assuming she is your special someone in your life.”

Silence met my ears as I watched Isabella fidget in her seat. She couldn’t have realized how close to danger she truly was.

“Uh, yeah. I have lived here my whole life. Isabella is my…” He seemed to linger on the word that he wanted to say. “Girlfriend, we just started dating so, yeah, she’s my special someone…” He finally got the words out, but behind them was a feeling that told me he was unsure. His eyes flickered from the road and then back to her.

“What a beautiful woman she is.” I complimented her just to get a rouse out of him. I wanted to do anything I could do to make him squirm in his skin. I wanted him weak, vulnerable.

“Yes, very beautiful.” He seemed tickled pink with love. Again, I felt myself on the verge of vomiting—that or revealing who I was just so I could make him suffer. My phone rang right on cue, as it should’ve—my men knew that if they failed to follow orders given that they would lose something.

“Sir.” Antonio’s voice sounded in my ears.

“Его онa,” I spoke in Russian.

“Confirmation is in order, moving to the next step in our plan.” He repeated the words that needed to be said back to me before hanging up. I pressed the end key on my phone, placing my hands on my lap.

Then I sat back and watched.

Their lives would be ending soon. Hers because she would no longer have freedom, and his for touching something that was mine.





Chapter Twenty


Isabella

Everything about today felt off, at least from the moment we pulled into the parking lot of that abandoned parking lot. The air around me filled with tension and danger. The man in the backseat oozed money—his suit, even his smell. He reminded me of the man Jared had said Alzerro was before he found Bree, not just that, but he reminded me of everything I wanted to distance myself from. I fidgeted with my hands nervously, feeling as if the man in the back seat was staring straight through to my heart as if he could see the fear within me.

Jared held my hand, attempting to soothe me. It worked until it came time to drop the man off. It was when Jared removed his hand from mine the fear slithered its way back into me. I felt naked and cold without him.

I could feel the man in the back seat glaring at me, his eyes practically burning my skin. I was rooted in place while I waited the minuscule amount of seconds it took Jared to get to his door and let him out. The entire three seconds I felt he had something he wanted to say—as if there were unsaid words floating between the two of us.

“Thank you,” he said to Jared. I didn’t miss the fact he had spoken Russian in the backseat. I knew better than to dismiss something that big. When Jared got back in the car, I tried to seem unaffected by the man’s presence but the thing was, I couldn’t shake it.