Page 81 of The Broken Queen
I’ll be in touch.
Chapter 28
Gio
She took a fucking page out of Scotty’s book.
For as long as I could remember, he would wear those long, heavy coats, always concealing weapons when we’d go places. The irony that she’d used his classic move while double- crossing him brought a proud smile to my face. But I immediately squashed it because what she did was dangerous as hell.
Once she returned to the car, she tried to resume her position in front, but I stepped out and held the door open for her.
“Funny you think you have a choice, Elvis.”
She rolled her eyes before handing me her guns, which I placed in the rear hatch of the car.
Moments later, she was buckled into the back, behind Kingston’s seat, with her arms crossed. My brother took off while I turned in the seat and faced her. “The fuck, Elvis?”
She shrugged. “I told you to trust me.”
“You didn’t tell us shit, which made this entire situation dangerous,” Kingston snapped from his place in front.
“If I told you guys what I was planning, you’d stop me.”
I laughed sardonically. “No shit. Did you even consider he mighthave had a sniper set up, or even Scotty himself could have been watching and took you out? ”
Her eyes narrowed shrewdly before throwing her hand out. “You guys had your men watching everyone. Of course, I considered it, but I know Scotty. He won’t hurt me or take me out. I’m his little personalized Swiss Army knife. He wants me alive because in his mind, he created me. All he’ll do is hit back by taking something important to me, which I fucking hope isn’t Carter or one of you.”
“You’re not going to lose one of us, Elvis. Or Carter. Your dad already helped them move to a secure location.”
Kingston began traveling to the safe house we’d selected to sleep in for the night. It was some place he hadn’t told his men, or even me about, but since it was a few hours back to North Carolina, we needed a place to stop for the night.
“So, what’s your plan now? Are you trying to get him to come to the manor or what?”
Presley crossed her leg over her knee, and it made my eyes drop and my cock twitch. She looked so fucking gorgeous tonight, and that was one reason I was so pissed off when we began driving. In my head, she was dressing up for another alliance. Another man who would fall hopelessly in love with her, abandoning his loyalty to his family and his plans, because Presley was impossible not to fall in love with.
I saw how Fernando looked at her. I saw exactly what he’d wanted when she walked toward him. Even covered by her coat, he wanted her for his own nefarious, twisted purpose. I hated this idea that I’d have to share her.
I hated sharing her with my twin, and yet, that I could at least accept. I could stomach it because it meant she was with me at night, and I still had her to myself when I wanted. It was enough for me, but this idea that Scotty was still trying to reach in and toy with her future set me on edge, enough that I was ready to hit something.
Suddenly, Presley slid her hand over mine and gently tugged it over to her lap.
“I don’t have a plan except that I wanted to kick the beehive hard enough, they’d know I’m a threat.”
My brother caught my eye in the mirror, and I wondered if he was thinking the same thing.
By doing all this, she was falling into Scotty’s plans. He wanted her to become a weapon. He wanted her to be a tool to be used for his means. Fuck, there wasn’t even any evidence that he didn’t want Fernando taken out himself, and knew simply by suggesting an alliance, Presley would do it.
I refused to tell her that because she might come to her own conclusion, then be angry with herself for fulfilling it. The only real way to defy Scotty would be by her living her life and forgetting him. Forgetting Markos and leaving this plan for vengeance behind.
“Why are you mad?” she whispered, scooting closer to me.
I glared out the window, doing my best not to lash out at her. That toxic, angry fighting shit was her and Kingston’s thing, not hers and mine. I always kept a level head. I always remained calm, and I always remained peaceful with her.
But inside, I felt anything but peace.
Presley kept moving until she was straddling my lap and holding my jaw in her hands.
