Page 115 of Sinful Secrets

My eyes follow his gaze as everyone moves out of the way. Francesca rips off her wig and kicks off her heels before escaping through the front door. Several guys yell and chase after her.

I slip back into the kitchen and out the back door, meeting up with Francesca.

“Come on, Savannah. We really have to go. I’ll meet you back at the apartment.” She runs in the opposite direction.

I kick off my heels and run straight to my car while gunshots sound in the distance.

Please let Francesca make it out of this alive and without another gunshot wound. The guys will never forgive me if something happens to her.

Hell, I’ll never forgive myself.

I make it to my car and drive away as fast as I can. I can only hope and pray that Francesca is already on her way back to the apartment.

Reaching for my phone, I click on my text messages from Spencer and record a voice message.

“Spencer, I really hate to do this right now, since you are probably just now starting warmups before the game, but shit just hit the fan. I will explain more as soon as you can call.”

I stop the voice message as I stop at a red light and buckle my seatbelt. Taking several deep breaths, I try to calm down and slow down my speaking. If he hears the nervousness and the fear in my voice, he will act irrationally.

Taking a deep breath, I say in a calmer tone, “We made it out alive, so keep calm and keep Rhett and Joey from blowing up, but I have time sensitive information that needs to be heard by everyone, including Arturo Marino.”

When I get parked at Spencer’s apartment, I add another voice message.

“Also, I think Emily is a spy working with the Reapers. Either that or Francesca could get her an in with them. I haven’t been able to confirm anything yet because we are in separate cars driving back to the apartment.”

I glance around the parking lot. Not seeing any cars out of the ordinary, I grab all of my stuff and run inside. Skipping the elevator, I sprint up the stairs.

My hands shake as I try to unlock Spencer’s door. Once I’m inside, I lock the door and head straight to the bathroom to get rid of any evidence before sending another voice message.

“I can’t wait for you to get home because I’m in way over my head.”

That’s the God’s honest truth. It’s clear I’m not ready for this lifestyle.

Chapter Twenty-Four

SPENCER

I reloadthe last of my magazines before putting them in their pouches on my belt. I grab my small ankle knife and the larger one I usually keep at my side, and attach them to my ankle and my belt.

The plan is all set. We are going to get to the port early and stake out the place. We are going to find some great hiding spots and catch the Emerald City Reapers in action, stealing Arturo’s shipment and see who their client is.

Arturo has already warned us to keep the casualties to a minimum and only shoot if we have no other choice.

The feds have been keeping a close eye on us since Lorenzo’s death and with the hockey season well underway, we don’t need the bad press.

I gaze around the room, looking for any other supplies I may have forgotten. My gaze lands on Savannah lounging on my couch. She’s wearing black leggings and an all black long sleeve shirt.

Those leggings make her legs look a mile long and her ass round. If we weren’t about to go to war with an unknown opponent, I’d fuck her senseless.

Like I did last night. And this morning.

She frowns. “You really go all out on these missions, don’t you?”

My gaze continues its sweep over the living room. “I’d rather be overly prepared than under prepared.”

“But do you really need six magazines?”

“On my belt? Yes. If I could carry more this close to my reach, I would.”

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