Bitten Beauty (The Deadly Beauties Live On 3)

“Are you okay?”

“Hashtag, he’s fucked up.”

I grip my head, groaning as I try to stand up and almost fall down.

“Zee, we have three local places where they could be,” Gage says, suddenly right in front of me. “What did you see?”

Gage apparently knows what just happened, even if I’m still trying to get my brain and mouth to work together.

“Dally’s Warehouse… Was that one of them?” I ask through strain, still trying to stagger back up to my feet.

Chaz helps me right myself, and I fight off the dizziness.

“Yeah,” Gage says, double checking something on my phone before handing it to me. “I’ll call Kimber and tell her what’s up. She was sitting down with a friend who had some info.”

“Let’s go.”

“What’s the plan?” Karma asks.

“Grab Leah. Kill everyone else,” I tell her.

“That’s not a plan,” she hisses.

“It’s the only part of the plan that matters,” Chaz says with a shrug, which has Karma groaning. “Call Ella. We’re definitely going to need her back here.”

“Your girl has a knack for getting herself into trouble,” Dice points out as Gage dematerializes.

I’m about to put a stop to this shit. Looks like I’ll just keep her tied to my bed for the rest of eternity.

Chapter 30

LEAH

Nothing stops me as I walk right up to the door. But bright spotlights jerk on and blind me, forcing me to shield my eyes. A thousand clicks reach my ears like a rolling tidal wave, and I swallow down the nervous knot. I’m no expert, but I think those are guns.

“State your name!” someone yells.

Sheesh. Is this a black-ops thing?

“Leah Cartwright. I think you’ve been looking for me.”

Silence descends, and the only sound I hear is the wild thudding of my heartbeat. I know the chances of me getting out of here alive aren’t so good, but it seems as though death is going to chase me regardless of what I do.

Might as well die for a reason.

I just hope this works instead of it all being in vain.

The doors slowly start opening, creaking and cracking, and a guy walks to the front of the pack. He’s dressed in all black tactical gear, like all of the numerous men behind him. As if he’s been waiting for this moment, he pulls the ski mask off his head to reveal his face.

I’ve never seen him before in my life, but he looks like he knows exactly who I am when he smirks.

“She’s here,” he calls out.

“Alone?” a familiar voice asks, and a lump forms in my throat, making it impossible to swallow or breathe as I freeze to my spot.

They look around, and one guy nods to another. “She’s alone. None of the sensors are tripping. Perimeter is safe, sir.”

Bile rises to my throat as the crowd slowly parts, as though they’re making room for royalty, and my stomach plummets when I see the face to go with the voice.