Chapter Twenty-Seven
Tara feels Jasper's unconscious body slump against her and with a huff, she pushes him off. He sprawls out across the backrest, neck twisted at an odd angle but she can't bring it in herself to care much to help him. "Is he out?" Ren asks from the driver's side, the golfer's hat he has on obscuring his face. "Yeah," Tara shrugs. "He seems to be out cold." She stares at the mobster for a moment before turning to Ren. "Do you have the directions?" He hums a confirmation, tone carefully neutral. Tara's eyes flit over his side profile, over the way his lips tighten just slightly, unable to hide his displeasure. "Thank you for doing this," she tells him in a sincere tone. He doesn't respond, his fingers curling around the steering wheel on the side of too tight, the leather twisting be
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