Page 33 of Five Fingers of Death

“What the hell is that smell?” my dad asked.

“Your daughter threw up,” Noelle said not-so-helpfully. “She’s pregnant.”

I turned to my parents’ shocked faces and wiggled my fingers in the air with a forced laugh. “Surprise!”

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I was going to kill Noelle. Between my mother planning every second of my child’s birth for the entire drive to this private airport and my father chastising Asher for knocking up his little girl, I hadn’t gotten a moment’s peace. Not to mention, the smell of puke was only making me feel sick all over again. On the other hand, no one else had chased us down since we left the police station. That had to be a good thing, right?

“Haven’t we been down this road already?” I asked Asher.

“Yeah.”

“Are we just driving in circles?”

“We’re almost to the airport. I had to take the long way getting there.”

“Why?”

“Because we couldn’t just sit there. It’s better to keep moving. But Scottie should be there any minute now.”

Scottie. These were people he worked with—just like the men who showed up at my shop. “That was your old boss.”

He nodded.

“And the other guy?”

“His brother.”

“He looked…scary.”

“You wouldn’t want to meet him in a dark alley,” Asher muttered.

“Why do I get the feeling I wouldn’t want to meet any of the people from your old life in a dark alley?”

“Most of them are perfectly normal people.”

I twisted in my seat to face him. “So, these people you work with—you said something about a tango.”

His eyes flicked to mine. “That means a bad guy.”

I shook my head. “No, you said something about someone doing a tango with a fox.”

His lips twitched in amusement. “That’s a story for another time.”

“And you used all these weird words.”

“Baby—”

“You carry a gun now. You never used to do that.”

I could tell I hit a nerve when his jaw hardened and his fist tightened on the steering wheel. “I only started after the shit with Jade. It was a reminder that the past can come back at any time.”

“And it did.”

His gaze slowly met mine, but not for long. In an unspoken agreement, we both decided to discuss this later when everyone else wasn’t around. Minutes later, we pulled into the private airfield. Multiple airplanes littered the airfield.

“How do you know which one is his?”

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