Page 68 of Deadly Wolf Bite

Tonight, I choose a side once and for all.

21

LEXI

Afew hours later, Mia and I get ready together while the guys run out to pick up the drugs they’re going to use on the generals and get Crow set up with the monitoring equipment. Under Mia’s direction, I change my dress four times.

“Not red. It’s too bold,” she says, shaking her head. “Vincenzo wants submissive. Ugh, I hate myself for even saying that sentence out loud. Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” I tell her. “You’re not wrong. And I want this to work.”

“Try the light blue one.”

I strip out of the red cocktail dress and shrug into one with a high-necked halter top and flowing skirt that ends just above my knee.

“Perfect,” Mia says. “And leave your hair down. It makes you look younger, sweeter.”

I try to use her approval as encouragement for my real mission. But by the time Grey and the others return to pick us up, my heart is pounding. If I don’t find a way to get answers tonight, they’ll die with Vincenzo.

And I might be stuck as a human forever.

“Ready?” Grey asks as the others climb into the back of the limo we’re all taking over.

“I think so,” I say. “You?”

He nods. “We’ve got this.” But the glint in his dark eyes tells me he’s not so sure.

On the ride over, Dutch pours everyone a shot, and we all raise our glasses. “To the next generation of the mafia pack,” he says.

“Cheers to that,” Mia says with enthusiasm.

Razor and Crow murmur their agreement, and we all drink.

When we arrive at our destination, I can’t help but think this office looks a lot like GV Industries. But Grey’s right. It’s taller. As if Vincenzo’s compensating for being second in any way he can. Other than that, the interior’s nearly the same modern design, complete with stark white surfaces and marble floors.

I shiver as we get into the elevator.

“Cold?” Grey asks.

“I’m fine,” I say.

He takes my hand, squeezing it once, pressing my rings into my skin—both the gleaming diamond and the twist-tie I’m still wearing beneath it. Probably risky considering Vincenzo might see it, but I needed the reminder that I’m not truly alone in all this.

“Okay, once the generals go down, I’ll challenge my father and we’ll meet on the roof with the blade,” Grey says, reiterating the plan one more time. “Any questions?”

No one asks anything.

“Let’s fucking go,” Dutch says.

Razor high-fives him.

The doors open into a hallway.

We file out, and Dutch leads the way to the glass double doors just ahead. Through them, I can see the space already filled with guests. I brace myself.

“Showtime,” Mia says under her breath.

Dutch pushes the doors open, and the noise from inside the suite spills out. Music—loud and thumping—drowns out the conversations until the room is only a hum of voices. The scent of cigars and cologne hit me next. I press in close to Grey at the sight of two security guards blocking our path. When they see it’s us, they back off, but their expressions remain wary and sour.

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