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.

actually see the action go down – he, of course, wants to be part of all of it. But he trusts

blind and crosses his fingers that in ten

enters the restaurant, slipping his hands into his pockets and making his way over to her – this incredibly beautiful, remarkably cruel and vengeful woman. Edgar can’t help the smirk that crosses his face. Honestly, he has to admit that

course, she went way too far, starting a war and

Edgar

little smile playing on her own lips as he crosses

not a Beta anymore, but Amelia is trying to let him know – not

he thinks. We’ll just

deep breath, picking up the menu between two fingers and scanning the contents. “Why did you pick this dump?” she asks. “Italian

it?” Edgar asks, picking up the old familiar menu and pretending to glance

barely Europe,” Amelia murmurs, sighing and looking

at her. “Well, you’ll have to let the Italians in on

you have for me, Edgar?” she says, her voice tight. “You promised

his glass of water and taking a sip, enjoying the way Amelia’s lips go stiff with rage and her cheeks flush red when she hears

bites out, between her teeth. “I did not know that.” She narrows her eyes at him. “It hasn’t been on any of the gossip blogs or in

a little. “My intel is just better than

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

holding Amelia’s gaze and deliberately not looking at the door

she hisses, “what it’s worth. I’ll pay you

Edgar continues, shaking

precisely, does it work?” Amelia

forward, holding her gaze. “Like this,” he whispers. And then he raises

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