Page 108 of When Love Found Us
Thinking she’s all alone and helpless.
He has no fucking idea what’s waiting for him.
The earbud crackles.
“We have movement,” Cassian murmurs. “Black SUV. He’s got two guys with him.”
Not alone, then. But it doesn’t change the outcome.
Sanford’s voice follows. “Let him come to you, Atlas. We’ll take the bodyguards.”
“Copy that.”
The door across the hall creaks open. The decoy steps into the dim light—a woman, same build as Blythe, same hair, standing just inside the small kitchenette that has old burnt coffee and stealth. Just enough for Winston to believe his lie a little longer.
The SUV doors slam. Footsteps.
I move into the corner, staying out of sight.
Then I hear him.
“Stay here,” Winston tells his men, his voice smooth, practiced. Dripping with control. Arrogance. He actually thinks this is going to end with him walking away.
Wrong.
The moment he steps inside the motel, my body locks up. Instinct takes over. My pulse evens out. Everything slows.
There’s only one thing left to do.
I wait for him to pass the threshold. The decoy flinches—just enough for him to smirk. He loves that shit. Fear.
Then, I see it.
The moment he realizes something is wrong.
His head tilts. His spine stiffens.
Too late.
I step out of my hiding spot, gun raised, pressing the barrel to the back of his skull.
“Hi, Winston.”
His body goes rigid.
Slowly, he turns.
His lips curl, an amused little smirk—but his eyes give him away. He’s afraid. Not that he’ll admit it.
“And you are?” he drawls.
“Your worst nightmare,” I say.
His expression barely flickers. “Where the fuck is my wife?”
“You’ve been served with divorce papers,” I remind him. “She’s nothing to you.”
His jaw flexes. Then he lifts his hands mockingly like this is all beneath him.
