Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

#Chapter 260 – Taking her Out

Victor and Edgar sit in the driver and passenger seats of a basic black sedan with darkly tinted windows, watching the restaurant where Amelia has agreed to meet for lunch.

“Seriously, Victor,” Edgar says quietly, staring out the window and not at his friend. “You don’t think Amelia is going to be suspicious when she sees me getting out of this car?”

Victor just shakes his head. “No. Amelia doesn’t pay attention to cars unless they’re luxury vehicles. Bad shoes, she’ll notice. Boring car…under her radar. Besides,” he pauses for a moment. Curious, Edgar turns to look at him. “She thinks you’re poor. It won’t bug her that you’re getting out of a cheap car.”

Edgar rolls his eyes and looks back to the restaurant. “You just added another thousand dollars to the tab for that,” he murmurs, looking around.

Victor just laughs, a sound that doesn’t express the steely determination he feels inside. This is going to work – even if something goes wrong, he’s going to make it work.

Both men’s heads turn when they see a tall, slim figure in impossibly high heels turn the corner and head for the door of the restaurant.

“Go time,” Victor says softly, hunching down a little in his seat even though he knows Amelia can’t see him.

“In a minute,” Edgar says softly, watching her every move. “Let her go inside first, get comfortable. Then I’ll move.”

Victor nods, happy to let Edgar make the call. It is, after all, an operation that hinges on his ability to make Amelia feel at ease. If she figures out the trap and bolts, they may never get this chance again.

A few tense minutes pass as Edgar and Victor watch Amelia be seated in the busy restaurant. Finally, Edgar sits up straight when he sees Amelia roll her eyes, finally bored enough to take a sip of her water and check her phone. Clearly, she’s calm now.

“All right,” Edgar says, looking Victor solidly in the eye. “Ten minutes?”

“Ten minutes,” Victor agrees.

pulls down the road. It makes him crazy to not actually see the action go down – he, of course, wants to be part of all of it. But he trusts Edgar,

his fingers that in ten minutes everything goes precisely

smirk that crosses his face. Honestly, he has to admit that he kind of likes that Amelia has some heat in her veins. That she

too far, starting a war and burning down

Edgar likes them

little smile playing on her own lips as he crosses the room to

is trying to let him know – not so

We’ll just see about

fingers and scanning the contents. “Why did you pick this dump?”

asks, picking up the old familiar menu and pretending to glance over the contents. “I was

barely Europe,” Amelia murmurs, sighing and looking

smiling at her. “Well, you’ll have to let the Italians in on that little secret. I’m

tired of the game. “So, what do you have for me, Edgar?” she says, her voice tight. “You promised me something useful

right?” Edgar asks casually, reaching for his glass of water and taking a sip, enjoying the way

her teeth. “I did not know that.” She narrows her eyes at him. “It hasn’t been on any of the gossip

little. “My intel is just

a bit, getting angry precisely when he wants her angry enough to be distracted as the waiters walk between the tables with empty trays, not delivering any food. “You said you’re on my side, Edgar – that you want Victor and Evelyn taken down because they did to you what they did to me. So, if your intel is so

and deliberately

I’ll pay you when

doesn’t work that way,” Edgar continues, shaking his head at

precisely, does it work?” Amelia asks,

gaze. “Like this,” he whispers. And

action. Everyone – chefs, waiters, patrons – they all drop precisely what they’re doing and move, as one, to cover the exits, to block her movement. Two of the waiters – too muscular for the job – drop their trays and grab Amelia. She screams as one twists her arms behind her back, another slapping a strip of duct tape across her mouth so that the sound is