Page 67 of The Last Ones Standing, Part Two

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Dante seethes.

“The man I was forced to give up, the one I should have had a child with,” I slur. I smile wider as I decide to twist the dagger with a little lie. “He was going to help me. I told him everything about you and your family. He was going to make sure you all went to jail, and I could be free.

“Now, he won’t even take my calls. I’m ready to leave and he doesn’t want me. Don’t act stupid, Dante. You know what you did.”

It had to be him. He must have gotten to Franky. I thought he was onto me when he blocked the purchase of the truck. Now I know he is.

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Nyla

Her car has stopped moving. I narrow my eyes at the screen before me and see there’s a road that leads me right to her. I’ve had enough of this for one night.

Stepping on the gas, I rush to the road she’s at the base of. When it comes into view, I notice the ditch she’s parked in front of.

“Perfect,” I purr to myself.

I floor it down the hill, heading right into the side of her truck. The downhill momentum of the pickup truck will do the damage I need. My heart is pumping as I get ready to jump.

Bethany turns right as I get up on her and I swear I can see her mouth forming the wordsOh God,just before I put the truck in neutral. I open the door and jump out.

My black leather gloves shield my hands from scrapes as I roll and come up on my toes. My lips turn up into a smile as I look at the pickup sitting on the edge of the cliff. The railing is broken, and Bethany’s truck is gone.

I stand as there’s an explosion down below in the ditch. The sound of a motorcycle catches my attention. I turn to find Jace holding out a helmet for me. I rush to take it, not bothering to take off my mask before putting it on, then I climb on the bike behind him.

As soon as my arms are wrapped around his waist, he takes off. We have to make it to New York and then we need to be seen. I pray we’re not stopped before we’re out of the area as Jace rides like the flames of hell are on our asses.

Once we cross the toll into New York City from New Jersey, I release a breath and give his waist a gentle squeeze. I miss having him this close. I snake my hand beneath his shirt and run it up his chest.

Stopping my palm over his heart, I close my eyes and revel in the beating of his heart. I’ve never thought about why I do this often with him and Gio. Listening for their heartbeats. However, in this moment, it hits me that it’s a sign they’re alive and safe.

I need the reassurance. I fear losing them to this thing more than I’ve ever truly admitted. It’s one of the things that’s never been an in-your-face reality to me because I’ve been hidden away.

Truth is, Gio and Jace have both outlived the age of Uncle Emil, my mom, and Ava when she had to fake her death. We all have. This life isn’t always so kind.

I’m pulled from my thoughts as Jace slows and turns into a lot. It’s behind a lively street full of bars and restaurants. He parks. I kick my leg over the bike and take my helmet off, pulling the face mask from my face.

“Nice riding,” I breathe and smile at him.

“Had places to be.”

Taking a look around, I smile as I note our opportunity. Turning my attention back to Jace as he steps off the bike, I take him in. I love the smile on his face. I put the helmet down and move into him to wrap my arms around his neck.

He dips his head and takes my lips. I hand myself over to the kiss. He deepens it and groans.

I break the connection to whisper. “Nosy old lady on the fire escape. A hundred dollars says I can get her to call the cops on us.”

“I like the way you think.” He chuckles.

I lift on my toes to kiss him again. He palms my ass and pulls me into him. My pussy pulses and my juices start to flow. It’s been so long since I’ve had any type of intimacy.

I whimper as Jace kisses me like he’s starving. I reach for his belt buckle and release it. He moves to kiss and suck on my neck. I notice the cameras in the lot and grin. Ming can tamper with the timing on that.

Our alibi will be airtight when we’re done. I moan as he shoves his hand in the back of my jeans that he’s just popped open to finger me from behind.

A smile takes over my lips as I think of the fact that we’re not breaking any of Gio’s rules and we’re making sure we’re accounted for. With that in mind, I drop to squat and pull Jace from his pants. I lick my lips as I hold his long, fat, heavy dick in my hands.

“Show me how much you missed me. Don’t make me work too hard for this,” I purr before I cover his tip with my mouth.

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