Doin' a Dime Vale, Lynn (best beach reads of all time txt) 📖

“I’d like that,” I whispered.

“Done.”

Then he fell asleep.

I looked at Sin and Zach. “Okay. Now, go fix this hitman problem. Then we can work on Sin next.”

Sin looked like he’d rather run as far away as possible.

“I think we can handle that,” Lynn drawled from the doorway. “Only problem is, the guy’s dead. Along with his two companions.”

My mouth fell open.

“What?” I shrieked.

Hunt stirred in the bed, his eyes coming partially open before closing all over again.

I ignored him and focused on Lynn.

“Your aunt paid a visit. Apparently, she’s really good with a pistol. Video surveillance shows her shooting them all in quick succession from the landing.” Lynn shook his head. “One less opponent that we have to worry about, but sadly, the old one we had just became a lot more dangerous,” Lynn explained.

His explanation made my mouth fall open in horror.

“My aunt shot three men?” I gasped.

Lynn nodded. “She did. She was ‘disguised’ but she wasn’t disguised enough. I was at the gas station retrieving Hunt’s bike when I saw her vault the fence between parking lots. Curious to see what she would do, I followed her. Turns out, she’s a cold-blooded killer.”

“You just let her get away, boss?” Zach wondered.

Lynn gave him a ‘look.’

“No.” He shook his head. “I followed her here.”

My back stiffened.

“Where here?” I asked carefully.

Lynn pointed at the room across the hall.

“Apparently, while she was playing track and field, she hurt her ankle.” He pointed at the room across the hall. “She’s in that room right there.”

I couldn’t believe my ears.

“You’re shitting me,” I blinked, getting up and looking out.

Sure enough, that bitch was in the room across the hall from me.

“So not only did she kill the hitmen that she paid to take a hit out on me,” I said carefully. “But she sprained her ankle, went to the same hospital that I’m at, and is now right across the room from me, not able to run away?”

“That’s right,” Lynn confirmed.

I looked at the four men—Hunt who was now very much awake and tracking way better than he had been before.

“I need a phone.”

CHAPTER 21

It’s called ‘brunching’ because ‘epic day-drinking shit show’ doesn’t accurately reflect the adults we pretend to be.

-Text from Wyett to Six

HUNT

My head throbbed like a bitch, but walking my girl through hacking into her first phone? It was priceless and worth the headache that it was giving me.

“What now?” she asked softly.

“Now we plant a few ‘seeds’ of curiosity, make an anonymous phone call to the police about a noise disturbance, and wait for the magic to happen.” I rubbed my temple with one hand.

Man, my head sure did hurt.

“You can take your pain meds now,” she suggested, softly placing her cool hand on the other side of my head from the one I was holding.

“No,” I grumbled. “I can’t think straight with that shit running through my veins. When you don’t need me anymore, then I’ll take something. In the meantime, I’ll just deal with the other shit.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re stubborn and bull-headed.”

“Maybe,” I agreed. “But I don’t want to fuck up this perfect opportunity your aunt has given us.”

She sighed.

“True enough.” She looked around. “Okay, what’s the next step?”

“Now we wait for the fireworks.” I closed my eyes and willed my brain to stop trying to force its way out of my head.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that.

A half hour. Maybe more.

But I knew the moment that the police had finally arrived at the ER.

“Your doctor is talking to the police,” Wyett said from the doorway.

Lynn snorted and got up, not bothering to try to hide his presence as he stood and blatantly eavesdropped.

“What’s going on?” Sin asked from his spot next to my bed.

He’d moved over slightly, making room for more and more of the Souls Chapel Revenants until my entire room was bursting with them.

There was Bruno, Trouper, and Sin on one side with Lynn, Laric, Laric’s new dog, Revolver, Zach and Trick on the other.

Up until a few minutes ago, my lovely, curvy wife had been sharing the bed with me while I’d helped her work magic.

Now she was gone, and I found that my head hurt even more. Who knew having your wife’s body pressed up against you was the cure-all for anything and everything that ailed you?

Speaking of my wife, she started to move out the door, but halted when she heard my voice.

“Where are you going?” I asked when she put the phone down.

“I want to talk to her before they take her away,” she said as she started heading toward the nurses’ station, determination in each step she took.

I got up and followed her out, my head throbbing and pounding with each step I took in her direction.

I was fairly sure that my ass was hanging out of the back of my gown, too, but I only made a half-assed effort to keep it closed because apparently, I was extremely unstable and still woozy. Meaning that I needed the wall and every available surface to keep me standing in the upright position.

The moment that her aunt saw Wyett, she hissed.

“What are you doing here?” she snapped, looking angry and a little bit scared.

She should be scared.

The bitch.

She’d definitely dug her own grave with this one.

Not only had she been a bitch all her life, but she’d also made Wyett’s life a living hell. Starting with killing her parents.

Needless to say, there wasn’t one iota of guilt in my veins as I watched her struggle with what to do next.

The cops were crowding her close, not arresting her officially yet, but definitely asking questions and gearing up toward that.

Her aunt just didn’t know any of that yet.

She had no clue the hole that she’d dug.

And with each question she answered, the deeper she went.

“Ma’am,” the police officer said. “Where were you around an hour and a half ago?”

Stella wrinkled her nose. “I was, um, here?”

“Security cameras show you arriving at the hospital