the sight of her husband’s sergeant-at-arms—and Mortician’s blood brother—pointing a gun at Bailey’s head.
“ Fuck!” His eyes bugging out, he lowered his gun. His dreads were loose, framing a face that resembled Mortician’s so much, they could be twins. Since she’d met him nearly two years ago, he’d cut his locks to shoulder length. “What the fuck you doing here, girl?”
A woman with dark hair and dark eyes walked in and focused on Bailey before glimpsing Meggie. Hatred brimmed in her eyes. “Well, look who we have here.”
“Peyton, this shit not funny,” Digger warned. “We not here for Meggie. We was sent for Bailey.”
Peyton bristled.
One of the men waved his gun between Meggie and Bailey before aiming it at Bailey. “It was only supposed to be her.”
“Ice them?”
A third man stared at Meggie, sizing her up again. He closed his eyes. “You Outlaw’s wife?” he asked in resigned tones.
“Yeah, fool,” Digger snapped. He threw an apologetic look to Meggie, almost as if he were trying to communicate a silent message to her. His features hardened and he shoved the gun against Meggie’s temple, his hand around her throat, then nodded to Bailey. “Take her.” He signaled one of the other men over to Meggie, and allowed him to switch positions. “I’m so sorry, Meggie girl,” he whispered, kissing her forehead as Peyton slammed the gun against Bailey’s head and she crumpled.
“Plane’s ready for takeoff.” Remorse flashed in Digger’s eyes. “Don’t take too long here,” he ordered, then walked out with Bailey thrown over his shoulder, leaving Meggie with four, unknown, armed men.
“I’ll make a deal with you,” Meggie said, failing horribly at keeping her voice from trembling.
“Not interested in your fucking deals. We trying to figure out what to do with you.”
“You leave right now and I won’t ever tell Christopher about this, so he won’t hunt you down and make you die in horrible ways.”
“If we kill you, he won’t know who we are to hunt us down.”
“Surveillance cameras,” Meggie countered, her brain working overtime to buy time. Not that it would do any good. Except…the first man winced, paling a little.
“Ice her and toss her body out the window. Least Outlaw would find her. That might work in our favor.”
“You fucking ill or something, partner? Not gonna make a fucking difference. Outlaw loves this bitch. Finding her would only piss him the fuck off more. We just need to bring her body with us and take it apart in the plane and get back to Cali on time, so Sharper don’t bury us. ”
“I’m pregnant,” Meggie blurted, keeping her face neutral and pretending she hadn’t heard the man mention Mortician’s father. “Don’t hurt me. You’ll hurt my baby, too.”
“Look what you done, fool,” the third man snapped, not responding to her plea. “You went and fucking mentioned Sharper. Now, we got to fucking kill her.”
The man shrugged. “Thought we would the moment we saw her. She a witness—“
“She a special witness, motherfucker!” Suit One hollered. “Outlaw’s wife .”
“So? Outlaw not Sharper. Outlaw didn’t send those fucking letters to Logan and pretend he was Joe Foy like Sharper did. Outlaw not still procuring the girls to send to clients all over the world like Sharper still is.”
The more Suit Two spoke, the blacker Suit One’s mood became, and the more Meggie cringed inside. He was saying all those things on purpose. Even if the others had considered releasing her, it would never happen now.
“Fuck,” the man holding the gun to her head growled. He blew out a noisy breath. “Might as well meet your Maker knowing the rest.”
“The rest of what?” Meggie said, desperate. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t heard anything.”
Suit One shook his head. “We not gonna let you suffer. Okay? Just a quick shot to the head and your brain’ll be gone. That’s
“ Fuck!” His eyes bugging out, he lowered his gun. His dreads were loose, framing a face that resembled Mortician’s so much, they could be twins. Since she’d met him nearly two years ago, he’d cut his locks to shoulder length. “What the fuck you doing here, girl?”
A woman with dark hair and dark eyes walked in and focused on Bailey before glimpsing Meggie. Hatred brimmed in her eyes. “Well, look who we have here.”
“Peyton, this shit not funny,” Digger warned. “We not here for Meggie. We was sent for Bailey.”
Peyton bristled.
One of the men waved his gun between Meggie and Bailey before aiming it at Bailey. “It was only supposed to be her.”
“Ice them?”
A third man stared at Meggie, sizing her up again. He closed his eyes. “You Outlaw’s wife?” he asked in resigned tones.
“Yeah, fool,” Digger snapped. He threw an apologetic look to Meggie, almost as if he were trying to communicate a silent message to her. His features hardened and he shoved the gun against Meggie’s temple, his hand around her throat, then nodded to Bailey. “Take her.” He signaled one of the other men over to Meggie, and allowed him to switch positions. “I’m so sorry, Meggie girl,” he whispered, kissing her forehead as Peyton slammed the gun against Bailey’s head and she crumpled.
“Plane’s ready for takeoff.” Remorse flashed in Digger’s eyes. “Don’t take too long here,” he ordered, then walked out with Bailey thrown over his shoulder, leaving Meggie with four, unknown, armed men.
“I’ll make a deal with you,” Meggie said, failing horribly at keeping her voice from trembling.
“Not interested in your fucking deals. We trying to figure out what to do with you.”
“You leave right now and I won’t ever tell Christopher about this, so he won’t hunt you down and make you die in horrible ways.”
“If we kill you, he won’t know who we are to hunt us down.”
“Surveillance cameras,” Meggie countered, her brain working overtime to buy time. Not that it would do any good. Except…the first man winced, paling a little.
“Ice her and toss her body out the window. Least Outlaw would find her. That might work in our favor.”
“You fucking ill or something, partner? Not gonna make a fucking difference. Outlaw loves this bitch. Finding her would only piss him the fuck off more. We just need to bring her body with us and take it apart in the plane and get back to Cali on time, so Sharper don’t bury us. ”
“I’m pregnant,” Meggie blurted, keeping her face neutral and pretending she hadn’t heard the man mention Mortician’s father. “Don’t hurt me. You’ll hurt my baby, too.”
“Look what you done, fool,” the third man snapped, not responding to her plea. “You went and fucking mentioned Sharper. Now, we got to fucking kill her.”
The man shrugged. “Thought we would the moment we saw her. She a witness—“
“She a special witness, motherfucker!” Suit One hollered. “Outlaw’s wife .”
“So? Outlaw not Sharper. Outlaw didn’t send those fucking letters to Logan and pretend he was Joe Foy like Sharper did. Outlaw not still procuring the girls to send to clients all over the world like Sharper still is.”
The more Suit Two spoke, the blacker Suit One’s mood became, and the more Meggie cringed inside. He was saying all those things on purpose. Even if the others had considered releasing her, it would never happen now.
“Fuck,” the man holding the gun to her head growled. He blew out a noisy breath. “Might as well meet your Maker knowing the rest.”
“The rest of what?” Meggie said, desperate. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t heard anything.”
Suit One shook his head. “We not gonna let you suffer. Okay? Just a quick shot to the head and your brain’ll be gone. That’s
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