Page 71 of Madam Temptress
I jog to the back of the ambulance and yell at Jules, “Drive! I’m staying in the back with her. Fucking haul ass like your life depends on it.”
He gives me a nod, and I put Magnolia in the back, hating the gray cast of her skin and the cold clamminess of her hands.
“Stay with me, mama. You gotta stay here with me.Please.Please, Mags. We’re taking you where you need to go. You’ll be just fine.”
Her bloodied lips open, and she croaks out one word. “Rory?”
“She’s safe. Keira has her. Mount’s taking out Reyes. Don’t you worry about a thing, baby. I love you. We’re going to make it.”
The ambulance rolls forward as the sirens get closer, but I don’t fucking care about those either.
All that matters is Magnolia.
Forty-Seven
Mount
Glass crunches beneath my shoes as I grab the driver by the collar and drag him out of the van. He looks exactly like the photo the hacker showed me.
“Reyes.”
The man’s eyes glint with recognition. “Fuck you, Mount.”
“You fucked with the wrong man. You touched my daughter—my blood—and killed one of my best friends. For that, you pay with your life.”
Sunlight beats down on us as we emerge from the wreck, and I toss him on the pavement. Blood spouts from his head, and his clothes are soaked with red.
Good. That’s what he fucking deserves.
Sirens come closer with every second, and as much as I want to draw it out and torture the motherfucker for killing my people and touching my daughter, I don’t have time.
I squat down, and he spits blood at my face.
“I should have killed your kid.”
I don’t need time. He doesn’t get to breathe the same air as my little girl for another second.
I shove the barrel of my gun in his mouth. “You deserve worse, you piece of shit motherfucker.”
And then I squeeze the trigger.
For Rory.
For Keira.
For Magnolia.
For Bethany.
And for V—who I know, without a shadow of a doubt—died trying to save my daughter.
This is for them.
His head explodes, and I stand up and walk the fuck away.
Forty-Eight
Moses
