Page 84 of Dragonfly

Elizabeth Harper was hiding in one corner, arm wrapped around her white doctor’s coat, the other hand lifted up to her mouth. My head swivels to look at her, and she flinches to see my face.

She swallows. “I should look him over. I patched up his bullet hole, but his eyes looks swollen. And I want to make sure the sedative didn’t do any danger.”

She does, does she?

What the fuck is going on here.

Winter turns to look at her. “You stay where you are. When I want you to talk, I’ll tell you. Until then, be quiet.”

Elizabeth folds in on herself, nodding.

“Now. What was I saying? Ah, yes. I was blaming the doctor for giving too high of a dose. Doesn’t she know we’re working on a timetable here?”

The bald man clears his throat. “About that… We’ve got company, Jimmy.”

“More distractions? Fucking wonderful. Alright.” Winter uses his gun to gesture at the door. “See who it is.”

He does, smirking when he obviously recognizes them. “Looks like the bodyguard is here.”

Vin.

When I saw the red car pass the window, I’d prayed to a God I’m not sure I even believe in that that the man with the buzz cut wasn’t Vin. The woman next to him? That couldn’t be Savannah. What would they be doing here? How could they find me?

And then I remembered how only last night I showed my wife how to use the tracker…

“Really? Huh. I wasn’t expecting that. More fun for us then.” Winter jerks his chin at the bald man. “Kill him.”

No.

I’m not the only one who doesn’t like the idea of my cousin getting tangled up in this. Because Elizabeth?

She gasps.

“Vincent? Why would you… no. He’s not part of this. Can’t we just lock the door?”

Winter snorts. Then, gesturing with his gun, the bald soldier heads for the door and, on his boss’s orders, he props the door open for a better shot. His gun is up, and I can only hope like hell that Vin fires off a shot before Winter’s man does.

“Jimmy, please…”

“Shut up,” Winter says pleasantly. “Before I make you. You did what you were supposed to. You brought me the Dragonfly. If you don’t want your precious little clinic to have an unfortunate accident, keep your fucking mouth shut.”

Her mouth closes.

I smirk. “What’s the matter, Liz?” My voice is rough. Raspy. It’s gotta be a side effect from whatever they shot me up with, but hell if I’m gonna ask the doc about that. Not when I’m seeing two of her as it is. “Did you forget that a big part of the life is death?”

“I doubt it,” cuts in Winter. “Considering she was more than happy to set it up so that we’d take out your pretty little wife.”

What?

“My wife?”

“Damien—”

“My wife?” I glare at her, trying to focus on her face so she can see the murder written in my eyes. “You were after my wife?”

“Sure was,” Winter tells me. “So jealous of the new Mrs. Libellula, she was willing to do anything for one of my guys to take her out. And then, when the grieving husband needed a shoulder to cry on… well, the doctor would be right there for him. Only she didn’t realize something. Rumors around this town say that the leader of the Dragonflies is an oxymoron. An honest criminal. Well, I’m not.”

Yeah. No shit.

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