"Hello, love."
The voice was smooth, amused, dripping with arrogance.
Isla whipped around, her heart slamming against her ribs as she came face-to-face with Vincent Calloway.
Sitting casually in the back seat of the SUV.
Like he belonged there.
Like he hadn’t just made her entire body go cold.
Lucas’s grip tightened on the wheel, his green eyes flashing with lethal intent in the rearview mirror.
"Pull over, Reyes," Vincent drawled, adjusting his cuffs like they weren’t in a moving car going eighty miles per hour. "Let’s have a little chat."
Lucas let out a low, humorless chuckle. "You think I’m that stupid?"
Vincent smirked. "No. I think you know when you’ve lost."
Lucas’s jaw clenched. "You’ve got thirty seconds to tell me how the hell you got in this car before I put a bullet i
