Page 65 of Exposed

There’s no reason for the baby.

“Ah, hello?” A different voice echoes through the car. I totally forgot Micah was on the phone, but this is Brax. “As much fun as it is to be a fly on your wall, let us know when you two lovebirds are done arguing. We’ve got another issue on our hands.”

“Add it to my fucking list,” King bites. “Now I’ve got to find a way to wrap this shit up before a wedding.”

“You’re being followed,” Micah says, like it’s no big deal.

I gasp and try to look out the back. “Who’s following us?”

“Don’t turn around.” That’s when I realize I’m still holding King’s hand because he jerks me to stop, but I push his hand away. “What kind of car is it?”

“Red McLaren. You know, super lowkey,” Micah drawls. “No offense, Goldie, but the Carter Cartel is full of fucking idiots.”

“None taken,” I mutter as I scrunch down in my seat and glance at the side mirror before turning back to King. “What do we do?”

King doesn’t look stressed or upset or even riled. “Well, this cancels the debriefing at the office. And there’s no way I can go home.”

“Then where are we going? Can they not stop them or something?”

“There’s no reason to stop him. He’s not doing anything wrong.” King’s gaze juts between the highway in front of us and the rearview mirror. “We’ll go to your place.”

I turn to him. “Why my place?”

“Because that’s what they expect. They already know where you live. My guess is they want to follow me. And if they’re waiting on me to leave, I can’t really leave you alone. We’ll wait it out.”

“Wait it out.” I’ve already had one night with King Jennings. I’m not sure I can handle two. “How will we know how long to wait it out?”

“Pole cameras,” Brax reminds me of what they did today. “We’ve got eyes on your complex and up and down the streets. We’ll know if they’re stalking you.”

I lean my head back, close my eyes, and mutter, “Great. I can’t believe I’m here all over again.”

“Again?” Fingers touch my chin, and I’m forced to look at my agent. “What do you mean again?”

“I’ve been through this once. It wasn’t fun the first time, but Iguess if there are pole cameras this time around, it makes it all better.”

“You should get to the bottom of that,” Brax says, matter-of-factly with zero emotion.

Meanwhile, I’ve got all the emotions flowing through my veins, and none of them are good.

“You think?” King bites. “I’m going to mute you asswipes until we get to Goldie’s. Follow us and make sure I get her in okay. We’ll debrief tomorrow morning. The wire goes up tomorrow. I want to know every fucking word uttered by Dex Carter, then I’ve got to arrange for the first cash pick up.”

Micah laughs. He actually laughs. “I beg you, don’t mute us. I haven’t had this much fun since I had to listen to Brax and Landyn six years ago.”

“Fuck that. I’m hanging up,” King says. “Call me if this turns into something other than a stalker.”

King reaches forward and disconnects the call. Quiet blankets the car other than the hum of the engine and road below us.

“You didn’t have to hang up. Today has been a lot. I’ve decided I’m not speaking to you for the rest of the day.” I say looking out the window, watching the McLaren swerve in and out of lanes four cars back to keep an eye on us.

An audible sigh is released next to me. When I look over, King is driving with his right hand. His left elbow leans on the edge of the window with his head resting in his hand.

If there were ever a graphic of a man giving up on life, it would be him.

I thought tonight was going to be it. I’d play my part and never have to return to The Pink.

But here I am pregnant and getting married at the very place I hate.

As we speed down the highway with someone on our tail, I finally ask something I’ve been dying to know.

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