Page 81 of Double Edged Hearts
“Perfect. I trust you have everything you need to continue as planned in Chicago?”
“Everything is as it should be. We’ll be heading back to Chicago shortly.”
And I’ll be going to LA.
“Good, all good. Contact me when you arrive,” Richard instructs.
“You bet,” he answers with the nod of his head.
The echo of a motorcycle engine grabs my attention. It’s loud, and I realize then that it can’t just be one.
I gaze ahead of us at the open expanse as the sound gets even louder and see them coming.
Ten motorcycles tear down the clearing ahead. And ten cars. The car that makes my heart lift, though, is the black Mustang who’s leading the pack.
“Alex,” I breathe, and Richard glances over at me then at Matvey.
“You told me he was dead,” Richard hisses.
“Zack shot him and he fell into the lake, he should be dead,” Matvey snarls.
“You fucker… get rid of them,” Richard orders.
I continue gazing out and hope with everything inside me that we get out of this alive.
But death is written all over Matvey’s face.
It’s all over his face and the men who follow him as he gives the command to kill.
