Chapter 18

Alice's gaze chilled as she glanced at the men holding Jones at gunpoint. She observed the cars and the men surrounding them with a cool intensity. There was something in her eyes that cut Viper's laughter short.

Viper felt there was more to the lady standing in front of him. He watched her assess them like a pack of lost wolf puppies. In his line of work, ladies didn't give that stare; he preferred his ladies screaming. He took a moment to glance at the guy behind her, John. He looked familiar, but that was it—a familiar John Doe. He ran his free hand through his balding head and turned the gun towards Alice. He left his boys to hold down Jones, trusting they'd shoot if he tried anything funny. He was aware of Vanessa now sobbing on the floor, but he wanted this one, the one with cold eyes, wanted her at his feet so bad he felt his throat dry.

"I think the pretty lady and her boyfriend don't understand the situation they're in," Viper half-laughed to himself, yet he received the same
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