Page 148 of Wife Number One

There was fat fucking chance of that. The Slayers, at least the Saint View chapter, knew exactly who I was.

And I knew going back inside that compound was suicide if they discovered me.

It didn’t matter though. I already knew I was going anyway.

Kara hadn’t said yes. But she hadn’t said no either.

I couldn’t stand the thought of her in there, Hawk with his hands all over her. Not going in there wasn’t an option.

I refused to let another man clip her wings. I’d done that to her once. I owed her the chance to fly.

I just wanted her to fly to me.

Steve whistled between his teeth, getting my attention, and then tossed the keys to me.

On instinct, I caught them before they could hit the ground.

Steve walked around to the passenger seat of Luca’s car and got in.

A sinking feeling of dread washed over me.

I hit the button on the key fob that unlocked the back doors of the van and yanked one open.

At least ten sets of terrified eyes stared back at me.

Ten pairs of bound hands.

Ten gagged mouths.

I spun around, glaring at Luca. “No.”

Luca raised an eyebrow at me. “That’s not what you said earlier when you agreed to this job.”

“You told me I was delivering pizza!”

Steve snorted. “Yeah, because bikers order pizza from five-star restaurants, and five-star restaurants deliver at one in the morning.”

Luca’s smile widened. “The man has a point, don’t you think?”

I didn’t fucking care if he did. I’d known pizza didn’t mean pizza. I’d known there’d be drugs or guns in that van.

And I would have moved either without saying a word.

But women were different.

I was such an idiot. I’d known. I’d known from the very second Luca had walked back into my life that this is where I’d end up. Doing things so abhorrently awful I’d spent five years not sleeping while the goddamn guilt ate me alive.

I was weak.

That was what it came down to. I’d let him woo me with pretty words and opportunities I was too fucking poor and dumb to create for myself. I’d let my own damn desire for more overrule any common sense I should have had.

You couldn’t be mad at a leopard for showing its spots when you were the one who got into bed with it.

I could live with guns and drugs. But I wasn’t helping him traffic women. “Take your fucking keys. I’m not doing it. Go to hell.”

Luca shrugged, taking them back. “If you don’t want to do it, then Steve can.”

Nothing was ever that easy with Luca.

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