Page 4 of Married to Mischief

Something falls from the sky, and in the next moment, the small village erupts in smoke.

The whistle I was preparing forces me to suck in the smoke instead and I cough, gagging on the toxins.

Someone is at my back untying my hands, but I can’t see who because my eyes are watering now.

“Let’s go,” Liam says, grabbing onto my now free arms and dragging me into the trees.

“Liam? What?” The words are merely a raspy whisper as I cough on more smoke.

“Don’t talk. Move.”

I stumble along after him, dodging tree after tree.

There’s noise somewhere behind us, or maybe it’s all around us. I’m glad he knows where we are going because I…wait, where are we going?

Not that it matters. Anywhere is better than being burned at the stake.

A buzzing fills my head and I groan. What is happening?

I stumble over the rough forest floor, but Liam keeps me upright. We burst through the trees and there in a clearing is his helicopter. That beautiful thing. Why did I ever think it was a waste of money?

My legs speed up with renewed energy.

“Wait for me.” Liam chuckles as I pass him.

“Don’t slow me down then,” I yell back.

He helps me up into the helicopter then jumps in beside me just as a group of men burst into the clearing.

“Go!” I screech to the pilot.

The helicopter rises, but not nearly fast enough. One of the men grabs onto the leg, and it feels like a scene out of an unrealistic action movie. “He’s hanging on!”

The pilot wiggles the helicopter back and forth, and the man drops. Then he pulls the gears, turning as we fly high.

“Excellent timing, by the way,” Liam says to the pilot.

“That homing beacon really works,” the pilot hollers. “I thought you were crazy.”

Of course he made a homing beacon to his helicopter. “A crazy genius,” I mutter, pressing my hand to my chest to confirm I’m still breathing. We made it.

I sag into my seat, my limbs going weak.

“Where to?” The pilot asks.

Liam looks at me and I shrug. That was our last lead. Ouronlylead.

“I’m not visiting your dad in jail to beg for the coordinates if that’s what you were wondering.” After testifying in many depositions, I’ve seen enough of that man to last a lifetime. “The Boss” is still an egotistical, narcissistic sociopath.

“Wait.” Liam shakes his head then pulls out his phone, his brows furrowing. “Remember that bullet you found on the Moore estate?”

“Yeah.” I frown. “What about it?”

“It had numbers on it. I didn’t think about it at the time, but…”

Were there numbers on it? I dropped it in Liam’s apartment that day and never looked at it again. I figured it was nothing. But… “Wait. Are you sayingmybullet might be the key to this mystery?” I raise a brow at him, waiting for the opportunity to say “told you so.”

He pinches his eyes closed then opens them again. “It pains me to say this, butpossibly. I remember reading something about his love of guns, and then I remembered the bullet had numbers on it.”

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