Chapter 66

Quintessa stood by the window, her gaze tracking Manny’s car as it vanished into the night.

Dawn was still a few hours off, and with the Youngs in disarray, she figured she could stir the pot just a bit more. She dialed a number on her phone.

“It’s me. Let’s meet. The usual spot.”

After hanging up, Quintessa changed into the same black tracksuit she wore last time, threw on a baseball cap and a mask, and stuffed a packet of something into her pocket.

Downstairs, she made her way to the communal parking lot, where electric scooters and bikes were locked up. She grabbed a black cable lock from above and unlocked one of the electric bikes.

Pushing it out, she remembered that she didn’t have keys, which triggered a curse slipped from her lips, these damn electric bikes wouldn’t start without keys.

jaw in frustration. Being car–less was a real

was on her side, she might still snag a cab at

not a taxi in sight; she was starting to worry when her phone buzzed–it was

laugh escaped her. She knew Tyrone well enough; he wouldn’t let her sleep if she ignored his call.

Looks like you’re sleepwalking then, wandering the streets in the middle of the night.” Tyrone’s voice. was lazily husky and sensually

a mocking smile, she said, “Running into Mr. York in the middle of nowhere at this hour, should I consider this

she planned something shady, this bastard would

chuckled from inside the car, “Seems like you’re in

yet having no improvement in his mood, Tyrone decided to head home, only to

so good I wish I could run you over if I had a

running then, because without a car, you can’t even catch up to hit me.”

ghostly charm, “Oh? Does that include catching you in bed?

I’ll bring the

and the

was it between her and this son of

rolled down, Tyrone’s striking face appeared, “Bed’s here. So, how about it? The perfect time for a secret rendezvous, to make

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