33. TIFFANY
“She’s his sister?”
Lily’s bewilderment wasn’t exactly difficult for me to comprehend. I was still bewildered myself.
After all, Sin had introduced me to her before things had derailed, then later on, he’d explained some things.
In fact, a lot of things.
A helluva lot of things.
Stuff I was still scratching my head over.
“Half-sister, I guess is more accurate.”
“Who’s the shared parent?” she asked, as she sat back at her father’s desk, crossing her legs at the ankle as she slouched.
The sight looked good on her, and I wasn’t sure why.
I eyed her from across the desk before I inquired softly, “What are you doing here?”
She blinked. “Taking back ownership.”
“Ownership? Of what?”
“Of me.” She pursed her lips. “This was where he’d punish me.”
My eyes flared at that, and I half-sat up, like the chair itself was infected by the taint. “You’re joking.”
“I wish I was.”
“Lily, you don’t have to put yourself through this?—”
“Yes, I do. I want to. Link has already tried to talk me out of it, but I want to do this. It makes me feel better, knowing that he’ll never be able to sit at this desk ever again. Not only because he’ll get arrested the second he lands on U.S. soil, but because all of this is in my name.” Her smile was gleeful—and who could blame her? “That makes me very happy.”
“I can see that,” I rasped, but I squirmed in my seat, uneasy with being in here now.
Lily, spying that, rolled her eyes. “You want to sit in another room?”
Warily, I shook my head. The ornate office was Donavan’s style—overbearing, expensive, filled with questionable art.
I’d never been in here before, and to be frank, I didn’t want to come in here again now.
Her bravery in staying in a house where her abuse had occurred astonished me. I’d always known she had the strength of ten women, but fuck, I was coming face to face with it now.
“What are you doing in here anyway?”
“The books.”
“The books?” I frowned. “Who’s books?”
“Link’s. You know he manages the garage?”
“For the MC? Yeah.”
“I think he has dyslexia. He was telling me that Rex was on his ass to do the accounts, and that he couldn’t get his head around them, so I said I’d do them.
“It’s relaxing. Plus, it’s like a double ‘fuck you’ to the office.”
Her grin beamed back at me in a way that had me laughing at her. Despite the situation, despite the trauma and the horror, that she could find the fortitude to overcome it all?
“I’m so proud you’re my sister,” I rasped, meaning every word.
Her eyes glittered at that. “Thanks, Tee-Tee.”
We grinned at her use of the old nickname she’d called me before we’d known what ‘titties’ were, and I leaned over the massive desk, reaching hard until, when she did the same, our hands met and clasped.
Then, I wriggled and winced. “What is it?” she questioned, frowning at my fidgeting.
“My boobs are really tender,” I told her with a huff, pulling free from her grasp and rubbing the side where I’d dug it into the edge of the desk to reach for her. “When Sin first got back home, he sucked on my nipples until I exploded and passed out.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You came from having your nipples sucked?”
“Yeah. It was intense,” I admitted.
“Sounds like it. I did…something to Link too.”
I arched a brow. “What?”
“We still haven’t…you know, but that doesn’t mean we don’t fool around,” she hedged, her tone close to prim.
“I’ll bet,” I said drolly. “Go on, spill the details.”
“I fucked him with a butt plug,” she whispered, but her face was bright pink, even as she looked turned on by both the memory as well as proud of herself at having accomplished that much.
It was impressive too, considering she’d told the girls and me that Donavan had raped her anally.
It was hard, because I wanted to ask how she felt about what she’d done with Link, what head space it had put her in, but I could see on her face she’d enjoyed it. And I didn’t want to make things serious by ruining the memory for her.
“He liked it?”
She bit her lip. “He loved it. I did too. It was so hot.”
“Link doesn’t look like the kind of guy?—”
“He’s kinky.” Lily shrugged at the admission when I snorted. “He is. The stuff he suggests when he’s dirty talking with me.” She wafted a hand in front of her face. “I’m half terrified and half turned on all the time. And he loves going down on me. Like the man is obsessed.”
“Woop woop!” I declared with a laugh, my eyes sparkling with glee. “Gotta love a man who knows how to treat a lady right.”
Lily grinned. “Yeah, he sure knows how to do that.”
“Lily?”
“Yeah?” she asked, her tone wary, but I understood her reticence as my tone of voice had shifted some.
“I know you’re doing the books, but I’d kill for a burger and fries.”
Her mouth rounded, and I knew I’d surprised her because she’d expected some serious talk, but all I was thinking about was my gut. Then, her lips formed a grin. “Is this a craving?”
“Shit,” I whispered, “I think it might be.”
She snickered. “Tiffany, I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you’re a vegetarian.”
My heart thumped in my chest at the thought. “I mean, I know, but I… I forgot.”
Lily’s nostrils flared delicately. “I think you can smell beef in the air. I think we’re having steak for dinner.”
My mouth watered. “I really need beef.” I thought about yesterday. “Storm was eating a sausage biscuit thing at the clubhouse when all this was going down with Mary Catherine. I wanted to French him for it.”
She snickered, her eyes dancing with glee as she remarked, “Maybe you can do what Phoebe and Joey did in Friends. When she was pregnant?”
“Oh God, do you think Sin would be vegetarian for me?”
“I think he’s head over heels for you. Don’t see why he can’t sacrifice some meat while you sacrifice your body to that baby.”
“Sacrifice is a hard word,” I groused with a pout.
“Babies do the worst things to a woman’s body.”
“I know that. I’m the one who wanted to minor in biology.”
“Well? Is it true or not?”
“It’s true, but?—”
“Nope. No buts. If you can do that, sacrifice bone density and a pelvic floor, then he can stop having a few fucking burgers.”
My lips curved at her fire.
“What are you smirking at?”
“Not smirking!” I raised my hands. “Just?—”
“Just what?” Before I could answer, she squinted at me. “Have you tried any of the diner’s burgers?”
“No. Not even their veggie burger.”
“Oh man, Link took me there the other night. We should go there. They had this one with PB and jelly.” She made her mouth go slack. “I think my mouth had an orgasm.”
“It sounds gross.”
“It isn’t. I promise. And I tell you what, until you cut a deal with Sin, I’ll have like a salad or something while you have a burger.”
I felt bad.
I did.
But the sudden need for beef? Fuck.
She was right—it was in the air. Enough that I felt like a dog sniffing the room to scout out where the damn beef was.
“Oh man, if you could see your face!” Lily burst out giggling as she stared at me. “I swear, I haven’t seen you this intense since you took your SATs.”
I flipped her the bird as I reached down and rubbed my stomach. “I’m starving.”
“Did you eat this morning?”
“I had a smoothie.” I frowned. “I wanted Sin’s breakfast.”
“What was it?”
“Bacon. Eggs.” My mouth watered. “Oh God, the kid’s a boy who refuses to let his mom be a vegetarian.”
Lily snickered. “Man, this is too funny.”
“No, it isn’t!”
“It is, because watching Sin turn veggie so his kid can eat meat is going to be even funnier!”
I scowled at her. “You’re no help.”
“Oh, I am,” she retorted, getting to her feet with aplomb. “Because I’m going to save your ass and take you for meat.”
“I shouldn’t. I mean, I’m barely pregnant. It can’t be a craving, can it?”
“The kid knows what it wants. It’s like its daddy,” she said ruefully.
And damn, there was no arguing with that.
These men of ours…they certainly knew what they wanted and when.
“Anyway, you can tell me more about Sin and all these secrets he spilled last night on the way over there.” She shot me a mischievous grin, which had me shaking my head at her.
“I probably shouldn’t tell you.”
“Screw that. You have to. You can’t leave me hanging.”
“I will, but only because you’re going to have a salad so I can have a burger.”
“You drive a hard bargain.”
“I know I do.”
As we sauntered out of the house, toward the driveway where Luke’s line of sports cars was stored, as well as her dad’s, she headed for the section of German cars. Only, she walked past her regular ride and straight into a teenaged boy’s wet dream of a car.
Knowing she usually drove a Porsche, I arched a brow at her. “Feeling brave?
She shrugged. “It’s just a car.”
No, it wasn’t.
It represented the difference between her freedom and the way she’d been forced to deal with her family and what they’d put her through.
It represented her choice.
I knew it had always grated on her that she hadn’t been able to drive any of the cars in the garage that was like a stable of mechanical horsepower. I liked, though, that she was willing to break down those barriers with me.
She headed for a BMW that was low to the ground, a bright gleaming white, and whose doors opened up like wings after she grabbed the keys, which swung from a hook on the wall behind it.
There were dozens of vehicles here. Anything from boats to bikes, the kind Sin and Link wouldn’t be seen dead on, ATVs, SUVs, and jet skis.
As I slipped into the passenger side, Lily joined me in the driver’s seat. The interior gleamed a bright blue the second the doors closed, thanks to a strange pipe of lighting that ran around the whole vehicle.
I didn’t say anything, just put on my belt, and waited for her to do the same.
It took her a while, but I understood that. She started the engine a few times then stopped it. But with a huge inhalation, she pushed the ignition button and began to roll out of the car space and into the garage.
She traveled as slowly as a tortoise, but again, though before I might have teased her, I didn’t. I just stayed sitting there, letting her know I had her back, that I was there for her.
As she crawled out of the driveway, I peered around, wondering where her tail was, but before I could ask, she released a shaky breath the second we were past the gates. When we veered onto the road, she blurted, “I felt like Luke was going to come out of the pool house at any minute and?—”
When she gulped, I reached over and patted her knee.
Then, because she didn’t say anything else, I explained, “Sin told me that he’s Rex’s cousin last night.”
The brakes screeched to a halt as she stopped in the middle of the private road that led onto the highway. She whipped around to stare at me, mouth agape, and I almost laughed when she bit off, “And you didn’t tell me this immediately why?”
I grinned at her. “We had other things to talk about?”
She huffed. “Oh my God, Sin’s related to Rex? This explains a lot.”
“Like why he let Sin go to Ohio? Why he didn’t just chop off his head?” I arched a brow at her as I sliced my finger across my throat. When she grimaced, I had confirmation that Sin had been incredibly lucky.
It also occurred to me that Lily didn’t know why Sin had left Giulia in the lurch…unless Link had told her, which I figured fell under the whole ‘club business’ guise that Sin used with me when he didn’t want to talk about something.
“Crap, I have a lot to tell you,” I complained.
“You wouldn’t if you’d told me along the way,” she grumbled.
“You kept Link from me!” I retorted without any heat, but I sputtered for sure. “And there’s a whole lot of stuff we haven’t been open with each other about.” I thought about the secrets Lily kept, and I muttered, “I think we need to agree on something.”
Lily placed her hands on the steering wheel, kept her focus on the road, and whispered, “That we don’t keep secrets?”
“Yeah. That we tell each other everything. As much as we can without hurting Link or Sin at any rate.”
“Or the MC. It’s their lives, Tiff.” At that, she cut me a look. “They’re our family too, whether we want them to be or not.”
“Do you mind?”
She shook her head. “No. I know what they do, I know a lot of it seems bad, but I know what true evil looks like. Link could never be a part of something like that.”
“I don’t mind either. I feel like…” My brow puckered. “Sin was a Marine. Then I look at Maverick, and how they took the girls in, and what they’re doing for…well, everything. I just feel like their heart is in the right place, even if they go about it in really illegal ways.”
“Illegal is relative.”
“It really isn’t,” I countered dryly, making her laugh. “But, okay, I don’t want this to upset you, but you know the night Luke died? Sin and I, well, we think…no, I know he drugged me.”
“What?” he spat.
“Yeah.” I released a shaky breath, feeling weird about telling her this because I didn’t want to add to the burden on her shoulders. None of this was her fault, but Lily felt stuff more than others. She’d take my pain, her shame at Luke, and would twist it into a big thing for her—she didn’t need that. Didn’t deserve it either. “Truth is, I thought I was just drunk, but Sin said I wasn’t acting like I was drunk, I was acting like I was drugged, and the next day, that was like no hangover I’d ever had before.
“I remember a few things—leaving your house, then Luke groping me and it hurting really bad, then waking up in Sin’s bed the next morning.”
Her hand snapped out, and she grabbed a tight hold of my fingers. “Oh, Tiff, I’m so sorry. You should have told me!”
“There wasn’t all that much to say. Not in the aftermath of him dying. Then Sin left, and everything just went tits up. I-I…” I blew out a breath. “I guess I buried it, and to be honest, in comparison to what he could have done? I know I’m lucky. So, that’s not my point. Sin was guarding Giulia that night, and he?—”
“Left her to come and save you?” Her gasp was sharp. “Oh my God.”
“Yeah. That. Luke got him away from the bar by drugging me. I have his texts on my phone and everything?—”
When I reached for my cell, she scowled at me. “You’re not wondering if I don’t believe you, are you?”
My nose crinkled. “No, but I just wanted you to know I wasn’t bullshitting.”
“I never thought I could hate Luke more, but he just keeps on piling onto how many reasons I have to loathe him.”
I squeezed her fingers. “So that’s why Rex forgave him too. Because Sin told him about what happened to me, and I figure that Rex was more predisposed to listen because of who Sin is to him.”
“His cousin, yeah.”
“I mean, after what happened in school, it wasn’t like I could say anything to the cops, was it?”
She winced, and as she’d been there for that particular meltdown, I knew we were on the same page. “They’d have vilified you, and Father being Father, i.e. a cunt, would have, I don’t know, spun it so that Luke was the victim. Giulia would have been worse off—Luke would have been the saint, and all womanhood would be to blame for trying to trap innocent men in their webs.”
Biting my lip, I nodded. “So, it’s all been kind of complicated.”
“What isn’t in this world?”
“True.” My lips twitched as I proceeded to explain the rest of the complications that had made a sudden appearance in my life. About Mary Catherine and Grizzly, and about how Sin had come to be a member of the MC.
When I finished, she didn’t say a word, just started the engine once more and began to drive into town.
“Wow.”
It took her a good five minutes, but I got it.
That was how I’d felt last night.
When she had to brake at a stop sign, we shared a look, and I nodded.
“Yeah. Wow.”
The drive into West Orange only took a few minutes, and when we arrived at the diner, finding it busy, my heart sank.
Lily, having cast a glance at me and my long face, snorted. “The service is fast here.” She grinned. “That baby is changing you.”
I frowned, because she was right. It was actually unnerving. First meat, then a complete change of appetite? I was used to going hungry. Used to dieting and doing without just to stay slim.
To be allowed to do the opposite wasn’t exactly liberating, more like confusing. How much more was my body going to change? I’d been waiting on Sin to book the appointment with my doctor, but had I delayed not only so that he’d be there for every step of the way, but so he’d hold my hand?
I didn’t… Crap, I wasn’t a very maternal person. I didn’t look at a baby and get goo-goo eyes. In however many weeks, I’d be really round, and popping out a kid who was me and Sin combined, and that was the only part that didn’t freak me out.
I wanted that.
But, shit, diapers? Baby vomit?
Hard pass.
Only, there was no hard pass, was there? Wasn’t like I had a choice on those parts.
“Hey, are you okay?” she asked as we took a seat.
I gnawed on my lip as I pulled the menu over to me. The place was decked out like a real, vintage diner. All red vinyl with those rounded countertops like you saw in the movies or in reruns of Happy Days, which I only watched when I was feeling really down. I couldn’t imagine how much the MC had spent to make the place look so old. The Formica wasn’t scratched or scraped, the silver flourishes were all squeaky clean, and the counter was loaded down with vintage-looking sauce bottles and the like, making it seem even more old-school.
As I peered down at the list of burgers, my mouth watering as I read, I just shrugged at her question.
Of course, Lily being Lily, that wasn’t enough. “Dude.” She kicked my foot under the table. “What’s up?”
I heaved a sigh. “It’s weird, is all.”
“What is?”
“Not being in control of my own body.”
She didn’t laugh like I thought she might. I figured Lily thought I was indestructible because I was stubborn, loud-mouthed when required, and ballsy—not frightened to make myself heard.
Sometimes, however, even the strong were weak, and it seemed I’d found my weakness.
A child.
Her hand covered mine. “It’s going to be okay. Remember? Commune baby. Link and Sin as daddies, and me and you as mommas.”
“That’s going to be insane.”
She winked. “What about our life isn’t?”
“True,” I admitted wryly.
The waitress bustled over, looking harried and faintly sweaty. I understood why—it was kind of hot in here.
“Everything okay, ladies? You ready to order?”
I smiled at her, thinking how glad I was that Lily had said I didn’t need to work here, so I decided to be super nice. “Cherry Coke, please, and the bacon burger with avocado and large fries.” I wrinkled my nose. “Can the bacon be extra crispy, please?” When Lily snickered, I shot her a wry look. “If I’m going to hell for eating meat, I’m going to double the load with bacon.”
Her grin widened, but she turned to the waitress and said, “I’ll have the falafel buddha bowl, please. Lemon tea to drink.”
The waitress wrote our order down, hustled away, and as she did, my brows rose at the sight of her shoes.
“She must be crazy,” I whispered to Lily, who peered over her shoulder and whistled.
“Jesus, they have to be four inches high!”
I pulled a face. “I hate breaking heels in.”
“Who’d wear those around here?”
“Do you think she’s a stripper?”
“Not everyone who wears hooker heels is a hooker. Or in this instance, a stripper,” Lily chided.
“Who the fuck works a busy service with high heels strapped to their feet unless they have to get used to wearing super high heels?” I argued, and as we bickered over shit, like we usually did, a sense of comfort flooded me.
This was normal.
This was life.
And it felt good.
Baby or not, Lily and I would always bicker with one another. We’d still get pedis, even if the kid was stuck to my boob, and we’d still ride around town blasting music—okay, maybe it would be quieter, but babies liked cars, didn’t they? Hadn’t I seen on a show that sometimes the only way to get a kid to sleep was from the vibration of the car?
Life would change dramatically, and it would never be the same again, but Lily wouldn’t change. Our friendship wouldn’t. Sin wouldn’t either. Not really. He’d still be the same calm dude who was really hard to rile. Who didn’t mind making me a cup of decaf first thing or kissing me with morning breath.
I had to just chill out and remember that.
The burger came, and it was heaven. Mouth orgasm bliss—Lily was right about that. I actually moaned a few times as the juices sank into my mouth, tissues that had been parched of their glory for way too long. All the while, Lily would laugh at me as I groaned and drooled over the delicious concoction while she ate her falafels which, while not standard diner fare, she actually said were pretty damn good.
Appreciating her sacrifice, I rasped, “God, thanks, Lily.”
She winked at me. “It’s what sisters do for each other, huh?”
I grinned, then felt a little guilty when she paid, but she arched a brow at me, clucking her tongue. “Don’t start,” she warned, making me huff. “You’re working for the MC. That’s all I asked of you, and you’re doing it.”
“While Mom spends a fortune on QVC.”
“You haven’t seen her in a few days, have you?” Lily inquired.
“Not since the meal. I tried to call her yesterday, but she didn’t answer. Not only that, it’s not like I haven’t been busy. Plus, I’m still annoyed at her. That dig about Daddy rolling in his grave? Uncalled for.”
“It was, but she’s being weird.”
“Weirder than usual?”
“Yeah. She’s never leaving her room. Not even for food. You should go see her,” Lily prompted gently, her eyes on the straw in her glass as she twirled the ice around. When it clinked, she murmured, “I think she’s mad at your dad but misses him, you know?”
Because I understood entirely, gruffly, I muttered, “I know.”
“I’m always here. To talk.”
“I know, babe. Thank you. I just… Christ, at the minute, I don’t have all that much to say.” And I didn’t. Sure, it hurt, and at random points of the day, it would feel crucifying. I’d be in the shower, and all of a sudden, I’d think of him and it would just hurt.
Like a knife in the hand pain.
Like a kick to the gut agony.
Lily’s mouth softened as she looked at me, seeming to sense how I was feeling. “I get that. You’ve got a lot to process.”
“Ain’t that the truth,” I muttered. “It hurts. It will always hurt. But at the moment, I’m just mad. I need that to disperse, then I think I’ll grieve. It’s funny,” I mused soggily. “I know the five stages of grieving like the back of my hand, but it’s different now that I’m going through them myself. While it’s selfish, I can’t deal with her grief as well because she’s acting like a toddler, when we both need to pull on our big girl panties and deal with the shit Daddy left us in together.”
She reached over and patted my hand. “I’m here when you’re ready.”
“Same goes, Lily.” I caught her eye, made sure she knew what I was talking about, and when she nodded, I sighed.
“Come on, let’s get back. I need to finish those books for Link. You wouldn’t believe how much he gets for his custom jobs,” she shared on a whisper.
I heard her pride though, and my lips twitched as I said, “I didn’t know that’s what he did. I thought he was a mechanic.”
“He is, but it’s his custom work that brings in the big bucks.” She whistled. “Like, if he went off on his own, cut ties with the MC? No joke, he’d be a millionaire.”
My eyes widened at that. “Christ.”
“Yeah, my reaction too,” she replied with a laugh as we headed on out.
There was a parking lot adjacent to the strip mall where the MC’s businesses were based. I knew the Sinners owned this joint, simply because it had pissed my father and Donavan off when they’d received the licenses for the place. The Sinners had more pull in City Hall than our fathers had, which had blown their minds, and knowing the Sinners slightly from the few parties I’d attended, it had always amused me.
As we crossed the street, I wasn’t even sure where the guy came from. One second, the sidewalk was empty, and the next, he was there. Walking toward us. I thought nothing of it until he was at our backs, hustling into us. Lily grabbed her bag, held it to her, thinking he was mugging us, but the guy was faster.
Only, he didn’t want her purse.
I felt the barrel in my lower back, knew he’d done the same with Lily, because she tensed up and froze on the sidewalk.
“You’re going to walk to your car, open it up, and not make a fucking move I don’t order, do you understand me?”
Heart in my throat, I could hear the blood rushing in my ears as my gaze darted around for Lily’s tail, but it wasn’t there.
It.
Wasn’t.
Fucking.
There.
Where were the rough and ready bikers who were supposed to be keeping us safe? Had they learned nothing from what had happened to Giulia?
Before the thought could paralyze me, the barrel dug into me, the cold metal right at the bottom of my back where my kidney was.
I was so proud of how fucking strong I was, so ready to fight, but at that moment, it all disappeared. I felt like a balloon with air whistling out of it, sagging as all I could think of was the child sleeping there, growing, waiting to be born, and I trembled as I whispered, “We won’t do anything.”
Lily tensed some more, and I knew I’d surprised her. Normally, I’d have screamed. I knew I would. I’d have grabbed her purse and hit him over the fucking head with it, smashing it into him and making him back the hell away.
But I wasn’t just Tiffany anymore.
I was Tiffany who had a life in her belly.
I was a mother in the making.
I was different, and it went so much fucking deeper than the need for beef.
“Good,” he grunted, making me wish I’d seen his face before he’d rushed up on us, but I hadn’t been paying attention.
Why would I?
He was there one second, just walking toward us like a regular passerby, then he’d swooped in like a fucking magpie on the hunt for something shiny.
He shoved the gun into my back, making my hands fly up. It was stupid, but I covered my stomach like that could stop a bullet and walked forward the second he began to move.
We headed for the shiny sports car, and Lily whispered, “Can I get the key from my purse?”
“Yeah, but don’t make any sudden moves.”
He was so close to us that I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, and I wanted to close my eyes, wanted to scream as I wondered how stupid we’d been to just come into town without anyone on us.
Before Link, before Donavan had warrants issued for his arrest, she’d always been tailed by guards. Where were the Prospects who were following her? Or were they here and they didn’t realize something shady was going down? Surely, we looked like we were being hijacked, so why were they leaving us alone?
Alone with a gun-wielding asshole who wanted something from us, and I was pretty sure neither of us had it to give.
This had to be Sinner related, didn’t it?
Surely?
Or...
Daddy.
The mafia had ruined us. Had ruined him. Were they trying to take me too? As what? Some kind of payment?
Feeling nauseated by the endless wheel of thoughts, I was almost relieved to stop thinking when Lily opened the car.
“Go to the passenger side first.”
His order had us shooting each other a look, but as I glanced around us, I saw there was no one.
Fucking no one who could help us.
Where the fuck was everyone?
The diner had been getting busy, but surely someone would come out soon?
Panic hit me, because I knew you weren’t supposed to allow a kidnapper to take you to an alternate location, but I couldn’t let him shoot us. Just…couldn’t.
Fuck, why couldn’t?—
The barrel was shoved harder into my back.
“Open the door and get into the backseat,” he rasped, digging the gun even harder into me, forcing me to obey.
My legs almost caved in as I did as he asked, and it stunned me how weak I was at that moment.
This was the time for Momma Bear to come out, to rip into him, to tear into him, but I couldn’t.
I just…
I felt frozen inside.
Later, when we were safe, if we were safe again, I’d hate myself. I’d regret it. But now? I just needed to do as he said.
I needed to obey.
“Get in,” he ordered Lily, who scrambled across the console, the move awkward in the tight confines of the car.
When I saw he was focused on her, I slipped my phone out of my pocket and quickly messaged Sin blindly, my thumb moving on instinct.
Me: SOS. LIly’s cqr is bin hij9cced.
Seconds later, Sin replied, but I didn’t get the chance to read it. I took advantage of the man dipping down and getting into the seat to drop our live location. As he settled in the seat, I slipped my phone between my legs so the guy couldn’t see what I’d done. My timing was lucky. He twisted so that he could aim the guns at each of us, and now in place, he ground out, “Drive. I’ll direct.”