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frustration and uncertainty emanated from her. Caught between self-preservation for her unborn child's sake and her own temper, Miranda knew Naomi struggled.
“Now, now, now,” Baldie raised his hands as his level voice filled the air, “I don't want to see anything bad happen to you, but, well, Pete wants all loose ends severed, if ya know what I mean.”
Miranda didn't like the smile that quirked at his lips. Obviously, he didn't have many qualms with fulfilling Pete's wishes. Even if that meant offing two women. She suppressed a shudder, wondering what else he might do to them. She steeled herself against the thoughts. Tyler and Jack wouldn't let anything like that happen. Well, while they were alive, at least.
Naomi's eyebrows furrowed, though. “Who's Pete?”
“Playing dumb isn't cute, sweetheart.” Baldie scowled and Miranda could hear his eyes roll. For a tense moment, with silence bubbled between them, they stared each other down. Finally, he tore his gaze away, sighed, and shrugged his huge shoulders. “Well, your only options are to stick by your guys ‘til the bitter end or help me, really.”
Miranda wanted to scoff. Did this guy never hear of passports or foreign countries? Or was he trying to take advantage of their flustered state? Whatever his reason, she didn't need to let on her third option. She teased her voice with faux hope, “Help you?”
“You dolls are close to them. Help me corner them and freedom is yours,” the man said, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
Miranda refrained from pursing her lips. “Why?”
“I'll tell Pete you don't know anything and we'll all be on our happy way.” Baldie gave them a gracious smile, as if he were offering them a bit of charity. “I'll take those nasty boys out of your lives and you'll stay here in this,” he rolled the word off his tongue as if it were bile, “ charming town.”
“How do we know you're telling the truth?” Naomi stepped up, but didn't get too far from Miranda “You could double-cross us.”
He raised his hands to his forehead and jerked his fingers in salute. “Scout's honor.”
“That doesn't mean jackshit to me,” growled Miranda. A prickly burr stuck to her thoughts. He had come very close to insulting Legacy, but the intention was there. Still in the air, still in her thoughts.
“Look, I'll be too busy taking those boys back to Pete that you two could do any damn thing you want,” he said as he turned toward Miranda's desk. She tensed, her stomach roiling as he invaded her personal workspace. He rummaged around, tugging a piece of paper from her notepad. The sound of it tearing shrieked through the air. He pulled a pen from a container and scribbled something down. “Get out of town, go somewhere foreign – your family is rich, Ms. Groves – and enjoy your lives without those deadbeats bringing you down.”
Miranda paused, her stomach coiling unhappily. He knew about her family and her third option. Not that it would have taken much to figure that bit out, or find out they were well-off. The fact he had dug so far sent a sick swirl into her stomach. They may not see eye-to-eye with Miranda, but her family was still hers.
He crossed the distance between them, note outstretched. Miranda clutched at the papers and hidden laptop in one hand. Naomi returned to her side, almost glued to her hip. Her gaze dipped from the man's face to the paper he offered. She weighed the options, briefly, before reaching for the note.
Her fingers clasped around the paper, just as the man spoke, “My number. Give me a call if you'd like to wise up.”
As soon as Miranda relieved the information from his hand, he backed away. Despite his size and strength, he apparently thought the two women weren't helpless enough to turn his back on them. As he opened the door, he tossed them a lazy wave and a half-cocked smirk. Soon, he crossed the lobby and disappeared out the
“Now, now, now,” Baldie raised his hands as his level voice filled the air, “I don't want to see anything bad happen to you, but, well, Pete wants all loose ends severed, if ya know what I mean.”
Miranda didn't like the smile that quirked at his lips. Obviously, he didn't have many qualms with fulfilling Pete's wishes. Even if that meant offing two women. She suppressed a shudder, wondering what else he might do to them. She steeled herself against the thoughts. Tyler and Jack wouldn't let anything like that happen. Well, while they were alive, at least.
Naomi's eyebrows furrowed, though. “Who's Pete?”
“Playing dumb isn't cute, sweetheart.” Baldie scowled and Miranda could hear his eyes roll. For a tense moment, with silence bubbled between them, they stared each other down. Finally, he tore his gaze away, sighed, and shrugged his huge shoulders. “Well, your only options are to stick by your guys ‘til the bitter end or help me, really.”
Miranda wanted to scoff. Did this guy never hear of passports or foreign countries? Or was he trying to take advantage of their flustered state? Whatever his reason, she didn't need to let on her third option. She teased her voice with faux hope, “Help you?”
“You dolls are close to them. Help me corner them and freedom is yours,” the man said, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
Miranda refrained from pursing her lips. “Why?”
“I'll tell Pete you don't know anything and we'll all be on our happy way.” Baldie gave them a gracious smile, as if he were offering them a bit of charity. “I'll take those nasty boys out of your lives and you'll stay here in this,” he rolled the word off his tongue as if it were bile, “ charming town.”
“How do we know you're telling the truth?” Naomi stepped up, but didn't get too far from Miranda “You could double-cross us.”
He raised his hands to his forehead and jerked his fingers in salute. “Scout's honor.”
“That doesn't mean jackshit to me,” growled Miranda. A prickly burr stuck to her thoughts. He had come very close to insulting Legacy, but the intention was there. Still in the air, still in her thoughts.
“Look, I'll be too busy taking those boys back to Pete that you two could do any damn thing you want,” he said as he turned toward Miranda's desk. She tensed, her stomach roiling as he invaded her personal workspace. He rummaged around, tugging a piece of paper from her notepad. The sound of it tearing shrieked through the air. He pulled a pen from a container and scribbled something down. “Get out of town, go somewhere foreign – your family is rich, Ms. Groves – and enjoy your lives without those deadbeats bringing you down.”
Miranda paused, her stomach coiling unhappily. He knew about her family and her third option. Not that it would have taken much to figure that bit out, or find out they were well-off. The fact he had dug so far sent a sick swirl into her stomach. They may not see eye-to-eye with Miranda, but her family was still hers.
He crossed the distance between them, note outstretched. Miranda clutched at the papers and hidden laptop in one hand. Naomi returned to her side, almost glued to her hip. Her gaze dipped from the man's face to the paper he offered. She weighed the options, briefly, before reaching for the note.
Her fingers clasped around the paper, just as the man spoke, “My number. Give me a call if you'd like to wise up.”
As soon as Miranda relieved the information from his hand, he backed away. Despite his size and strength, he apparently thought the two women weren't helpless enough to turn his back on them. As he opened the door, he tossed them a lazy wave and a half-cocked smirk. Soon, he crossed the lobby and disappeared out the
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