CHAPTER TEN
The woman had a fake smile on her face…She held the ledger loosely, almost casually, as if it were nothing more than a prop in a play they’d all been forced to perform.
Elena’s pulse hammered in her throat. The engine idled beneath her, a low growl ready to become a scream.
Jax’s fingers tightened on hers…not to stop her, but to anchor them both.
“You knew we’d come,” Elena said. Her voice sounded distant, like it belonged to someone else.
“Of course.” The woman shrugged one shoulder. “Desperation has a scent. You reek of it.”
The cameraman shifted slightly, keeping them framed. The red light stayed steady.
Jax spoke first, voice rough. “What do you want? Really…No more games.”
The woman considered him for a moment, then stepped closer…close enough that Elena could see
