Page 110 of Badges
“Pardon me,” I murmur, trying to push my way into a gap.
A rough hand wraps my elbow, jerking me backwards into a corner of darkness.
“Wade?” I barely get his name out before I’m yanked out through an emergency exit at the end of the corridor.
But it isn’t him.
It’s a ghostly white Phantom of the Opera mask with only one half of the lower face exposed. “You fucked up,” the mystery man growls.
Except I know that voice.
“Max?” I whimper. Panic seizes me as he drags me behind the building.
“Not only did you get caught, you led them straight to me.” His seething tone raises goosebumps as his fingers dig into the flesh of my arm.
“Youdid this! Not me!” Straightening my legs, I try to pull away.
But he’s too damn strong.
“I did what you asked me to do.” I claw at his knuckles only to have him swat my hand.
“Not even close.” He turns, casting a long look at my chest. “A shame.” He shakes his head and starts pulling again. “When I was done with you, he had a long fucking list.”
“Who?” There’s more of them?
“You’ll find out.” A sinister bite in his voice makes my skin crawl.
I need to get free.
“Where are we going?” Letting the strength fall out of my legs, I collapse to the chilly earth.
“God damn it.” When he tries to lift me, I kick out as hard as I can towards his knee.
“Son of a whore,” he grunts when my heel lands.
But it’s enough to pry my wrist free of his grip. Scraping my way to my feet, I bolt back in the direction I came from.
Directly into another chest.
I will find you
Wade
When Libby and Sophiacome to the table without Elena, it sets me on edge.
“She spilled some soap on her costume, she said she’d be right behind us.” Libby sits carefully, supporting her belly.
“Why are you here?” Sophia asks her with a wild wave of her hand. “You look like you’re gonna pop.”
“I wouldn’t miss Blue playing if I was on fire.” Libby sticks her tongue out at Sophia with a smile.
“It’s his fault you can barely walk.” Sophia points at Libby’s belly, wagging her brows.
Libby purses her lips, nodding. “Yea, mine too. Don’t worry, one of these days you’ll find a dick you’ll get addicted to.”
“Nah.” Sophia’s nose wrinkles. “Book boyfriends and a toy are fine for me.”
Fuck, I’d rather have toothpicks shoved under my fingernails than to be privy to this conversation.
