I look to where the men are moving and Lauren steps forward – unrestrained. She strolls to my car and comes to a halt at the bonnet.
“Surprise, b*tch,” she smirks at me, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
“Oh, honey,” I burst out laughing. “We know.”
Lauren’s smile falters and then her face distorts into hatred. I turn to Wesley. Shock and confusion are written with neon on his face.
“Hey, Lauren,” I say as I keep my eyes fixed on Wesley. “Do you know that you are being used as bait?”
“Of course,” she scoffs and slams on the bonnet. “This was my f*cking plan.”
I keep my eyes on Wesley and enjoy the pleasure of seeing him getting uncomfortable. With a bored sigh, I turn to Lauren.
“No, you imbecile,” I give her my biggest, brightest smile and roll my eyes at her. “You’re not bait f
