Page 88 of Falcon's Prey

He smiled. Like a psychotic full-on grin that made him look devilish, but boy, was he handsome.

“No more games.”

His face became stony in an instant, and he put both hands to my neck. I thrashed, trying to get away, feeling myself losing the battle as he held on to my pressure points.

“Plea…” The words died in my mouth.

I passed out.

* * *

Ren

My ribs were somewhat bruised, I could already tell, and this royally fucked me over for the fight coming up. The fuckers fought dirty and wouldn’t let me take a shot. This wasn’t the first time I’d gotten my ass beat, but it was the first time in a long time. I’d tried to protect myself the best I could and I hoped that was fucking enough.

Once Zeke was content, he had his guards throw me off the yacht. When my body landed in the water, it took all the effort I had to swim out of the cold water.

“Fuck,” I gritted out as I pulled myself out.

“Jesus Christ, Ren.” Pam’s voice came from the shadows. She was now changed into jeans with a backpack on her shoulders.

“Get the fuck away before I wring your neck,” I spat at her as I got my wet body onto the pier.

“What the hell, Ren!” she shouted.

I glared at her to stop before she got us unwanted attention.

“We were a team, and then that stupid little bitch comes along and you act pussy-whipped.”

Ignoring what she was saying, I grabbed her arm and dragged her away. “Did you or did you not know G was here?”

Her silence was more than enough answer.

“Listen, Pam—”

She pulled out of my hold. “No, you listen. Ever since you brought that bitch to our place, you act like our ass is not on the line.”

She had a point.

“How are you supposed to go into the ring like this?” She gestured to my body. I could taste the blood on my busted lip. “I get that I fucked up, but I wanted better for us, Ren. Now don’t throw all that away because of some rich bitch who wouldn’t waste a second and dump your ass as soon as she gets back on her throne.”

I ignored Pamela. I followed her to the car, where she threw the backpack in the back seat.

As soon as I was in the car, I punched the dashboard in frustration.

“Fuck!” I ran my hand through my hair. “Do you have any idea where he’s staying?”

Pam shook her head like I knew she would. Gideon was ex-MI6. If he didn’t want to be found, he wouldn’t. And I was sure the fucker wanted something from me.

“Fuck,” I groaned again.

“Do you think they sent him?”

In my head, I tried to go over G’s tattoos, but the fucker was covered; it was no use. My days had been numbered since the day after the gala, and I knew it. So did Pam. There were no such things as coincidence in this world.

“Let’s go back to the house.”

“What happens if you can’t find her?” Pam asked.

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