chapter 36

ASHTON

Nicolai Worthing was a smug prick. That was my opinion when we’d first met, and it remained today. We went in. He was already outside his vehicle. His men were spread out. He’d picked a place where he would be vulnerable if we chose to take him out then and there. But I didn’t believe that. He’d never let himself be as open as he was. I had no doubt he had a sniper set up somewhere.

Because of that, I had sent Avery a text to come.

He was an hour out, so we stalled as long as we could. We couldn’t stall any longer.

As we got out of our vehicle, our men spreading, I got a text.

Avery: Ten minutes out.

I almost whistled. He must’ve been speeding and beyond to make that time, but it was Avery.

I tucked my phone back in and walked the distance toward Nicolai.

He grew up in privilege, and he dressed like it. Three-piece suit. He probably got his shoes shipped direct from Italy, and he had a smarmy look with his hair combed to one side. I’m sure females thought he was attractive with