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Chapters (45)
  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. CHAPTER ONE
  5. CHAPTER TWO
  6. CHAPTER THREE
  7. CHAPTER FOUR
  8. CHAPTER FIVE
  9. CHAPTER SIX
  10. CHAPTER SEVEN
  11. CHAPTER EIGHT
  12. CHAPTER NINE
  13. CHAPTER TEN
  14. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  15. CHAPTER TWELVE
  16. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  17. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  19. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  21. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  22. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  33. CHAPTER THIRTY
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  43. CHAPTER FORTY
  44. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  45. EPILOGUE

Daniel gripped her arms and shook her. “Pull yourself together. Dutch and Harley are going after supplies. They’ll deal with the problem when they get back. They’ll need your help cleaning up, but aside from that, this has nothing to do with you.”

Lila bit her tongue to keep the scream locked in her throat. Sarah was dead. Now Stella. Who knew how many other victims there had been—or would be?

She could be next.

And something else had happened. In the chaos since the raid on the compound, worry about being late for the last two months had slipped her mind. But as she got back into bed, she couldn’t deny it any longer. She was pregnant with Raul’s child. She was carrying her husband’s baby.

Whatever had happened to him, whatever his reasons for abandoning her, once she had loved him. She wanted his baby. She would protect it with her life.

Curled up in the darkness, she pulled up the covers and pretended to sleep. An eternity later, a second firm knock sounded.

“Get dressed,” Daniel said. “You’re needed next door.”

Lila pulled on her jeans, sweater, and boots with trembling hands. When she walked into the seedy motel room next door, the coppery smell of blood hit her like a brick. She gagged, ran to the toilet, and threw up the cheeseburger she’d had for supper earlier that night. Threw up again before she regained control.

“We’ll leave you to it,” Dutch said, his red hair flaming in the harsh overhead light. “Let us know when you’re done.” Dutch went outside and closed the door.

Lila swallowed against a fresh round of sickness. She could do this. She had to. She had a child to think of now.

Fresh tears blurred her vision as she got down on her hands and knees on the cold tile of the bathroom floor. There was blood everywhere: in the shower, on the walls, a spray of it across the sink. From the corner of her eye, she could see a rolled-up blue tarp in the other room that contained Stella’s body.

She stifled a whimper and wiped the wetness off her cheeks. Holding her breath against the smell of death, she went to work. Stella never had a chance. Not with men like these.

But Lila was tougher. Smarter. No matter what it took, she was going to stay alive for her baby. She wasn’t going to let Daniel Henson win.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

THE MORNING WAS SLIPPING AWAY AS SKYE DROVE HER METALLIC red Subaru Forester over to her brother’s apartment. She wanted to talk to Callie, make sure she was holding up all right. Last night, Edge had texted Callie the picture he’d taken with his cell phone, the photo of Rolland Beekman, aka Riley Beeker, with his mother.