Betrayed, Then Back For Blood

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Two minutes later, Briar slipped on her black helmet, jumped on a sleek black motorcycle parked in the Jennings family’s driveway, and took off humming, ready to make a quick delivery.

Camden and Beatrice only dared to step outside after she was out of sight. They started cussing up a storm–but it was way too late. Briar was already

gone.

While riding, Briar’s phone pinged with a file on Ashton. She tapped it open and stopped short at the photo.

He was tall with broad shoulders and a sharp jawline. A pair of gold–rimmed glasses sat on his nose, masking the sharpness in his gaze. His lips were tight -an expression worn by men used to control and authority.

Briar gave a low whistle. “Perfect,” she

muttered.

Ashton was built like a dream. A little cold, a little dangerous. Just her type.

Any hesitation Briar had about this job disappeared the second she saw his face. She grinned, twisted the throttle, and sped up.

An hour later, Briar pulled up in front of a massive mansion, skidding her bike to a smooth stop right next to a shiny black SUV. Her motorcycle looked rough, all scratched up and worn, but she didn’t care.

As soon as she cut the engine, a tall man in a suit approached, followed by a group of bodyguards.

Briar took off her helmet and eyed Ashton as he got closer. No surprise, he was even better–looking in person.

She stayed seated, one leg on the ground, totally calm. Meeting his stare, she asked, “Ashton?”

looked a little surprised that the courier was a girl, but

clear plastic bag from her pocket and held it up between two fingers. “Where’s the

like something off the street–just two tiny black pills inside. It

against her skin. Her chill attitude, the way she handled herself–it threw him off for

of seconds of silent observation, a cold glint flashed behind Ashton’s glasses. He suddenly changed his mind. Instead of taking the pills,

at Ashton. She didn’t like the vibe,

the pills back into her pocket, got off the bike,

Their mansion looked more like a museum–fancy and old–school. It

families like this, it was hard to tell who really cared. Nobody knew if all that concern

head turned. All eyes were on her–curious, suspicious, maybe a little

these political and business heavyweights, most people would’ve been shaking. But Briar was cool as ever. She didn’t even tone down her attitude one

the courtyard like she owned

a major storm over their wealth and power. So when Ashton brought

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tolthroat, no one dared stop thair. They just kept

stepped down for

gathered around Griffin’s bed, and they looked completely stumped. Griffin had dipped into another ciana, with ne warning signs

longer than the fast. This time, he’d been out way past what they thought wm cafe. His vitals

in lawyers and kicking up drama. They crowded around Gaffer’s bed, refusing to leave, each one acting like they had the

took Ashton losing his temper and swearing he’d found an experimental drug

at his side, the doctors looked a little anxious. “Did you get the

say anything and turned to

beat, Briar held up the clear plastic bag. Inside were two small

stared at it like she’d just handed them a bag of candy. The packaging was cheap, and the pills didn’t