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Pure and utter rage consumed me.To think that I would have easily ingested that drink in one shot if it hadn’t been for her interference. It fucking gutted me. Here I sat, supposed criminal mastermind, nearly culled by a measly type one assassination attempt.Unheard of.

Aster went to reach for her first drink. Thank the saints that she’d been distracted up until that point.

Shoving my sweet little vixen to the side, I swiped all the glasses from the suspecting table and raced through the back door. Before it closed behind me, I afforded one glimpse at the woman I left behind.

She raised her hand in a slight wave, her face lit with complete triumph as she sent me an air kiss.“Checkmate, motherfucker,”she mouthed, the words reaching my ears as if she’d screamed them through a megaphone. My vision turned red, and the door slammed shut, cutting off my gaze.

VII

Spencer

Itwisted with an elaborate jujitsu move, taking Emerson by surprise. Climbing onto her back, my legs squeezed her waist as my arm encircled her neck in a tight chokehold from the rear.

She knew the drill; I’d knock her out if I had to. Emerson struggled against me a few seconds longer, finally submitting by tapping my arm in quick succession.

I released her, and the sore loser elbowed me in the chest as our bodies detangled out of position.

“Oof,” I said, breath whooshing out of me. “Meek, you cheating little shit. You hit me in the boob.”

Emerson flopped onto her back, big bouts of air releasing from her chest that could only be laughter. Rolling over, I hit out with a quick punch, making direct contact with her breast.

Her wheezing cackles succumbed to a painful groan, rolling into a ball on her side. “Fucking bitch.”

Micah laughed beside us, leaning back on her hands. We’d been sparring on the temple floor for the past couple hours. All in activewear, hair messy, bodies sweaty, muscles strained. It was good to have them to myself again. With all the addedextras, I couldn’t remember the last time it had only been the three of us.

Tanner was out of town on business while the sibling duo searched for a way into the Caverns from the underground catacombs.

“You haven’t been back to Playhouse in a while?” Micah asked.

“Got bored.”

Her nose wrinkled, challenging my answer. “You spent fifteen thousand dollars last time you were there. And you’re telling me you’ve grown…bored?”

“Okay. I may have caused a scene, so I can’t go back yet.” I’d ousted myself to save Echo’s life. I had no doubt he’d be all over surveillance, questioning Remi about my entire existence.

I relayed the previous events to my sisters, their amused expressions cracking at the seams.

Emerson held onto her spasming ribs. “You know, we could use this to our advantage. You were already scoping out Vice for an alliance. Since you’ve saved their lives, that should work in our favour.”

Echo’s image flashed in my mind—particularly the livid expression he had as the door cut off his line of sight. “Hmm, that’s a work in progress.”

Emerson leant forward, elbows resting on her elevated knees. A flash of gold shimmered between her fingers as she rhythmically rolled a coin across her knuckles. Ever since Micah had brought that coin home from her mission, it hadn’t left Emerson’s hold. The Treasury dragon engraved on one side, a date and address on the other—a date that was fast approaching.

“You ready?” I asked.

Emerson inclined her head. “I will be.” With her expertise, she was best suited for the task at hand, not that it would be easy.

The coin was an invitation, guaranteed entry into the infamous Reaper Rally. An international drag race renowned for its number of casualties… Organised and run by the elusive Treasury. The only rule? There are no rules. First person to the finish line wins. The prize in question…Whatever you want.Name your price, and it shall be yours.

The Treasury was the most difficult organisation to obtain information on. Extremely secretive and mysterious, no one even knew their real name. The Treasury was a term coined by the underground because of their infamous deals and elaborate transactions.

Micah sagged down to her back. “I’m going to go insane if I have to stay here another night.”

“Damn, M, why didn’t you say? You know you can come with me tonight if you’re looking for a good time.”

“Where—”

“It’ll be worth it, I promise. You coming, Meek?” I asked, and Emerson agreed. “Dress to impress, ladies. It’s a black-tie event.”

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