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“Got it,” Heath says, holding up the phone to show me the address.
“Perfect. Let’s tie him up and stuff him in the trunk.”
Heath grabs the rope and wraps it around his wrists and abdomen, sealing him in.
“Why? Please, let me go. You don’t need me,” Ivan begs.
“No, you’re right, we don’t,” I reply, watching Heath do what he does best.
When he’s secured, I slap Ivan on the cheeks. “But I know someone who does.”
“Who?” he asks.
“Let’s deliver Stefano a nice little package.”
“No, no, no, please!” Ivan begs as Heath drags him all the way back to the car, and we each grab one end of him and throw him in the trunk, then seal him shut before he can whine some more.
“What the fuck was that?” Max asks as he lowers his window. “Did you just put Ivan in the trunk?”
I put my finger to my lips. “Just pretend you didn’t see.”
“But I can hear him,” he replies.
“Then ignore the screams. Simple,” I reply.
Max looks disgusted. “There’s blood all over your hands. It’ll get on the car.”
I shrug. “Risk of the trade.”
“I’ll turn this baby inside out and clean the fuck out of it after we’re done,” Heath says.
I slap the top of the car. “Let’s go.”
“Did you get the address?” Max asks.
Heath hops inside and turns to grin at him. “Yup. And I think it’s time we paid Stefano a little visit.”
“Wait, you mean … actually going to a drug lord’s house to ambush him?”
I smile too. “Sounds about right. You in?”
“Will Ivy and Cora be safe?”
I tilt my head. “You think I’ll let anyone touch her and live to tell the tale?”
Slowly, a smile spreads on Max’s lips before he fishes a gun from the bag and loads it like he’s a goddamn expert despite the fact that I’ve not seen him hold a gun since I met him. “I guess it’s time for me to dust off the skill set my mom taught me a few years back and finally put it to good use.”
CHAPTER 56
Heath
We parkthe car outside the gate and look around.
Several guards are stationed out front, and who knows how many more will be inside the mansion. I’m sure a drug lord like him doesn’t go anywhere without proper security. But we came prepared.
“You ready?” Silas asks.
I nod, and Max throws us the bags. “Ready.”