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.

puts the car in drive and pulls down the road. It makes him crazy to not actually see the action go down – he, of course, wants

crosses his fingers that in ten minutes everything goes

that crosses his face. Honestly, he has to admit that he kind of likes that Amelia has some heat in her veins. That she didn’t just roll over and let herself be casually dumped by

course, she went way too far, starting a

Edgar

Amelia says, a little smile playing on her own lips as he crosses the

sinking into his chair ignoring her little dig. He’s not a Beta anymore, but Amelia is trying to let

he thinks. We’ll just see about

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

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

Amelia murmurs, sighing and looking

her. “Well, you’ll have to let the Italians in on that little secret. I’m not sure

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

know they’re engaged now, right?” Edgar asks casually, reaching for his glass of water and taking a sip,

teeth. “I did not know that.” She narrows her eyes at him. “It hasn’t been on any of the gossip blogs or in the media. How do you

intel is just

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

to you?” Edgar asks, holding Amelia’s gaze and deliberately not

worth. I’ll pay you when I know what

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

precisely, does it work?” Amelia asks, staring into his eyes,

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

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