“When what goes down?” I didn’t answer. He slammed his door before walking over to me and gripping my arms so tightly that I felt his nails slice through me before I shoved him off.
“What has he got you doing over here?” Mitchell demanded.
“Help me, and I will tell you.” His lips pulled back over his teeth, his canines slipping out.
“I can’t wait to see your face when you witness her downfall,” I told him, and he chuckled.
“You’re here to kill her?” He laughed like he thought it was hilarious. Though that wasn’t my intention right now, once Jamie tied his daughter to Rayan, I get to finish her. Something that made me feel sick but also excited. I couldn’t understand the conflicting feeling I was having about it. She had always been there for me, so why did she have to get involved with my mate? Why did he want her instead of me? I wasn’t going to lose him. I needed him, and she was getting in the way of us being together.
Mitchell was smiling like he knew something I didn’t, and it was setting me on edge.
“What?” I asked, and he laughed, walking back to his car.
“Nothing, I was just taking one last look at you. Can’t say I will miss you, but if you think Tyson and Ace will let you hurt their mate, you are delusional.”
“By the time they realize, it will be too late.”
“You keep telling yourself that, you are in for a rude shock because it won’t just be them after you. Clearly, you forget who her parents are, who her family is. You are a mutation, and you think you can go up against her family? You are just as delusional as Jamie,” he said before getting in his car and tearing away down the road.
I had one way to make Lucy comply; Jamie looked at it wrong. He needed Rayan. I wanted Lucy gone and my mate back. What better way than to kill two birds with one stone? Lucy would do anything for her brother, and he was the same. Now I just needed to get them in the same place at the same time.Piece of cake.
Chapter sixty-five
Lucy
I woke up to the sound of my phone vibrating and ringing loudly. I groaned, not wanting to get up. Peering around the room, I found Ace beneath me and turned my head to see my phone on the bedside table. I vaguely remembered Ace asking for it, but I couldn’t remember what he wanted it for or if he’d told me. Grabbing it, I saw it was Mitchell calling. The sun was barely up outside the window, the sky orange and pink as it rose outside my window. I sat up, straddling Ace’s waist.
Ace woke up from the movement, and I answered the phone, yawning. Ace ran his hands up my thighs, jostling me around as he nipped at my neck. I pushed him away, his stubble tickling.
“Lucy, are you there?” Mitchell asked.
“Yes, I am here.” I yawned again. Ace kissed my jaw, and I ran my fingers through his hair.
“Where are you? I need to see you. I need to explain. I fucked up, I fucked up, but I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you. Are you home?”
“I am at Ace and Tyson’s. What’s going on?” I asked, and Ace straightened.
“Is that Mitchell?” he asked. I nodded, and he reached for the phone, but I pulled away.
“I will see you soon,” Mitchell said, hanging up. I stared at my phone, blinking, trying to figure out what was going on.
“Where is Mitchell?” Ace asked. His eyes suddenly glazed over, and I could tell he was mindlinking. Tyson also jolted upright and also mindlinking with someone. I sighed, waiting for them to come back to their surroundings. Both their eyes glazed over, and Ace growled, making me jump and nearly fall off him; if his hands weren’t quick to grip my hips, I would have fallen off the bed. He got up abruptly and placed me on the edge of the bed.
“Stay here,” he snapped, the roughness of his voice sending a tremor through me. He was enraged about something, his deathly aura radiating out of him. Tyson jumped up, grabbing some shorts and slipping them on.
“What’s going on?” I asked, also climbing out of bed and putting one of their shirts over my head.
“Stay here,” Tyson said. I heard a car pulling up out front and a car door shut. Ace roared with fury, and Tyson jumped, rushing for the door.
“No, tell me what’s going on,” I asked Tyson, and he stopped.
“They caught Josie. I need to go,” he said when I heard Mitchell’s frantic voice.
“Let me explain, Ace,” he said, and I rushed out, chasing after Tyson. I ran down the hall, looking out the door, when Ace slammed Mitchell on the hood of his car. I screamed, and Mitchell had his hands up, trying to block him as Ace repeatedly punched him.
“No! No! What are you doing?” I screamed, bursting through the screen door. Mitchell’s face was bloody, and Ace turned his glare on me. Mitchell slid off the hood.
“Get her inside!” Ace screamed at Tyson.