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I laugh.
Man, he really is just like Easton, but strangely, more tolerable.
Chapter Fifty
Trigg
No one is particularly happy with me when I take matters into my own hands, but it’s been three days since Quincy’s doctor’s appointment. We haven’t had any other progress on ending Costa, and something had to be done.
If Ridge’s motto is, “It’s always motherfucking something,”mine is, “It’s easier to ask forgiveness than it is to ask for permission.”
Quincy shouldn’t have to worry about being attacked on the way to the hospital or, even worse, once she’s inside recovering.
While I have a code that ensures I would never stoop low enough to attack a target in a medical facility, I do not have that same level of confidence in the other contract workers who have taken the job to end Ridge’s life.
Costa must be handled immediately.
Once he’s dead, there will be no one left to pay out the contract, meaning the other teams will move on to wherever they see dollar signs next. They certainly won’t pick up the mantle to kill Ridge out of respect for Costa’s dying wish.
Easton is whatever one step past furious is when I call to let him know I confirmed Ridge’s kill in the system. It’s almost like Ican feel the veins of his forehead poking out from here. Too bad it’s not a video call. That could be humorous to witness.
I truly can’t comprehend whyhe’sso angry about my decision to burn the King of Hearts persona.I’mthe one who spent the better part of ten years curating that 99.1% kill rating.
If nothing else, it will lull Costa into a false sense of security. He has no idea about my connection to Shadow Security, meaning he’ll believe I’m incentivized to complete the trade without incident.
Otherwise, I won’t get paid.
Little does he know, the money won’t save him. His minions took a shot at my very pregnant girlfriend. They’ve tried to kill me and my packmates multiple times.
Enough is enough.
I’m not going to apologize for doing what had to be done. We have an appointment to view the hospital on Monday. It’s now Thursday night. That means we have less than three days to eradicate Costa Maloney.
I want him dead before Quincy steps out of the house again, so Easton, Ridge, and whoever else they’d like to have watching our backs at the swap had better clear their schedules this weekend.
Of course, I’m not actually planning to kill Ridge to deliver his head as proof of the contract being completed, but David has been rotting away in Easton’s torture dungeon for weeks.
It’s finally time we put him to good use.
Quincy and I have had many conversations since my ill-timedthank youafter her declaration of love. It was awkward the first day or two, but she’s warmed back up to me since.
I’m hoping my news will soften her toward me even more completely, and I don’t hesitate to invite myself in as she soaks in the tub in the pack bedroom.
She’s been having bouts of contractions and on-and-off lower back pain. The jets in the tub seem to lessen some of her discomfort, and her doctor’s office assured us that baths are fine, even while she’s dilated.
That only lasts until her water breaks. Though once that happens, I imagine we’ll be on the way to the hospital.
The warm water splashes around my back and arms as I settle across from her. I keep my legs on the outside of hers since mine are longer, and it’s the only way that I’ll fit. This would be more enjoyable if I were to settle behind her, but I don’t want to block her access to the jets if she decides to flip them on again.
Her head tilts, a slow smile crossing her face. “I always forget how different you look without your glasses.”
“Am I more handsome this way?” I grin. “I could look into contacts or LASIK.”
She laughs. “You’re always handsome. You don’t need to change a thing.”
I lick my lips, studying what she’s projecting through our connection. “Can I ask what that emotion is?”
Quincy’s face morphs into confusion. “In the bond?”
