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“My plans are falling apart. I’m just cleaning up loose ends.”

That couldn’t mean good things for them.

“Memphis could still go to prison. That’s what they say on the news.”

Jeremy scoffed. “No. That’s just what they’re speculating. The DA hasn’t made a statement because they have zero intention of charging him.” He slammed his fist into the dash.

“It wasn’t supposed to go this way, damn it. The trip to Vegas was supposed to get him out of the way long enough to put my final plans in motion and bring him back under house arrest but then he had to go and meet you and it just ruined it all.”

Rylee squeezed Carla’s hand as her friend let out a terrified sob.

“Shh. Carla, it’s going to be OK. Memphis will find us. He’s got more resources than most.”

Carla’s chin trembled as she nodded.

“I don’t understand why you’re so angry with me, Jeremy.”

He reached into the floorboard of the front and tossed a bag at her. She groaned. It was her bag of pregnancy tests. “He knocked you up, didn’t he?”

Carla’s mouth fell open and Rylee just closed her eyes.

“So what if he did? What does that have to do with you?”

“If I know Memphis, he’ll make sure you and the spawn get control of the company even if he goes to jail. It was supposed to be mine.”

There was no way she could tell him she wasn’t pregnant. If he realized he’d jumped off the deep end for no reason, it might set him off even more.

She shifted in her seat and felt around in her pocket for her phone as she tried to think of ways to keep him talking.

“You sent me that text before you realized I might be pregnant,” she said. “So how was I ruining things then?”

“I told you, you should never have taken that bet. If you hadn’t, he would have come home to Phoenix for his house arrest.”

Rylee frowned. “But he was in Vegas for Andrew’s wedding. That’s why he wanted to stay. It had nothing to do with me.”

Jeremy laughed. “No. Memphis does a lot of kind things for his friends. He only does stupid shit like buy houses on a whim for pussy.”

Rylee winced and tried to tell herself Jeremy didn’t know what he was talking about. Memphis loved her.

“So, what did Andrew and the Miller Holding scam have to do with all of this?”

Jeremy whipped around flashed a gun at her. Guess the guard wasn’t the only one armed.

“Enough questions. We’ll be there soon.”

“Where is there?” she asked.

“You’re going to go on a trip to Mexico with your good friend Carla because you just couldn’t handle all the awful rumors about Memphis cheating on you with so many women. And if the police find your bodies, they’ll just assume you killed each other after you found out he was fucking your bestie.”

Rylee felt like she was going to be sick. She looked out the window trying to decide if she could get Carla to follow her lead and roll out of the car at the next light. Unlikely. The doors were locked and if they were smart, they would have the child safety on so she couldn’t open them from the inside.

Of course, she didn’t know how smart it was to turn on Memphis Foster. She’d watched from afar as he slammed Jeremy against the wall and threatened him. He had the ability to be scary as hell.

“We’re almost to our first stop,” the driver said.

Jeremy sat back in his seat and didn’t say anything else.

Instead of trying to get him to talk, she turned her attention to Carla again.

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