Page 13 of Twisted Revelations

I left the windows down and eased back onto the highway. Fifteen minutes, and I already wanted to throttle this woman.

Since we’d left bodies in that warehouse, we needed to find out DG6’s back-up locations, safe houses, or places they frequented so we could find the target we truly needed to eliminate.

“Thank God,” I mouthed under my breath when I drove into the Grand Majestic Hotel’s parking garage. Laura had talked non-stop about all she needed to do at the center that she managed. She’d acted like she hadn’t been at the business end of several weapons. Not to mention the fact she’d killed at least two people.

“Yep, you’re most definitely Richie Rich if this is where you’ll be staying,” came her condescending words. She’d not thanked me for saving her because in her convoluted mind, she’d saved herself.

There was no use replying to her statement. All I wanted was to find out how to put an end to the threat, call up three or four one-night stands, and take my family yacht out for a week-long cruise. I sensed that, with Laura in this mix, this was going to be a mission from hell.

After parking, I started around to open her door, but she met me at the back of the car. We rode the elevator in silence, her continuing to size me up.

I sneaked a glance now that she stood under the strong lights of the elevator. She would be a beautiful woman if you could brush aside her prickly attitude, the furrow that sat like a permanent fixture on her forehead, and the unforgiving sting of anger set in her big brown eyes.

She was a perfectly baked brown, darker than caramel, but lighter than mahogany. Her skin was flawless and makeup free, projecting a misty glow. My tongue slipped across my bottom lip when my gaze traced the outline of her body. Sexy-slim was the best way to describe her petite frame that revealed curves where they were meant to be on a woman’s body.

The deadly gaze she shot me for staring too long was a cold glass of ice water to my senses. How could I be attracted to a woman who had the temperament of a dragon, the attitude of a grumpy cat, and the personality of an alpha male?

It was nothing more than a misjudgment on my part. Exhaustion had set in and hindered my sound decision making because I’d forgone my usual post-assignment break.

We exited the elevator on the top floor, our suite the only one on the floor. As soon as I keyed open the door and allowed the little ball of trouble to enter the room, her gaze found Beverly. They ran to each other, clinging to each other for dear life as they swayed back and forth.

I closed the door and shot a glance in D’s direction. He popped his head up as a gesture of greeting and thankfulness I was okay. His gaze left mine and his smile deepened at the sight of the ladies.

“D, that’s Laura. The rude one who didn’t allow me the chance to properly introduce her,” I grumbled, not hiding the irritation in my tone.

His smile revealed he wasn’t bothered, nor did he care about introductions. He was all about the mission now. He’d been engrossed in enough intrigue to whet his appetite. If I was honest with myself, I was all in when Ansel had called me.

“I’ll go and prep the back bedroom so we can figure out our next move,” I informed him. The ladies hadn’t moved. They were leaned in a huddle, likely planning more trouble for us to pull them out of. My hand twisted the knob as my shoulder bumped open the door that led to the second bedroom at the back of the suite.

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