Beatrice’s POVThe sudden knock on my bedroom door jolts me awake. My hand instinctively reaches for the gun I’ve stashed under the bed. “We’re rolling out in fifteen,” Dalton calls from the other side. “Fifteen?” I let out a sigh, relaxing my shoulders as I rub my face. I throw the covers off and glance at the clock. Somehow, I’ve managed to sleep until ten. Of course, I was wide awake until nearly three. “That’s all the time you have for your beauty routine. When Flint says it’s time to go, we leave whether you’re ready or not.” “Understood.” I grab the gun from its hiding spot and set it on the nightstand. I dash into the bathroom, brushing my teeth with one hand while trying to tame my hair with the other. I quickly ditch my pajamas for a fresh black outfit. Thanks a lot, Dalton. An alarm would’ve been a lifesaver. Why didn’t I set one? At least I showered last night. I grab my gun and slide it into my coat. I check my other weapons for ammo and make sure they’re
Beatrice’s POV Saying I don’t know James makes me look clueless. But agreeing to it just complicates things further. “Yeah.” I pretend to be oblivious and tilt my head. “Yeah, you might be onto something.” “Coincidences drive me crazy. Go talk to him in the alley. I need to know why he’s here instead of Newport.” As we step into the bright sunlight, Flint scans the bustling street. “Take Dalton with you.” “I can handle one bartender,” I scoff. He gives me an irritated look. “This isn’t a shakedown. I want info, not cash.” Playing dumb is my least favorite way to buy time, but sometimes it’s all I’ve got. “I know that.” My tone is sharp. “I can take care of this. Want to watch? Go ahead. You brought me here, so you might as well put me to work.” With his hands in his pockets, Flint watches the cars go by, his face hard to read. The other guys shift around behind us, some lighting up cigarettes. “You’ve got five minutes to give me a reason I can accept. After that, I’m sendi
Beatrice’s POVI find myself drawn to my brother's photo like a magnet. With no one else around, I can really take a moment to look at him and remember. But this version of him feels different from the brother I knew. He was my older brother, my mom's other kid. Twelve years older, he always had my back, took me to the movies, drove me to Tae Kwon Do, cracked jokes, and teased me. The tough guy in the picture is a stranger to me. “Like what you see?” Terry’s voice catches me off guard. I mentally kick myself. Getting lost in my thoughts here isn’t smart. “Do they all end up dead in the ring?” I shoot him a glance, trying to act like his presence doesn’t bother me. “Nah.” His sleazy grin disappears. “That one got taken out like a dog in the street.” “By you?” I raise an eyebrow, my mind racing for answers. “Not even close. Claude was our golden boy, sweetheart. We would’ve gone to war over him if we ever found out who did it. He was an incredible fighter.” His lo
Beatrice’s POVA couple of weeks later, I’ve managed to dig up some secondary info that could help with a conviction, but neither of them has let me in on their chats. Those seem to happen while I’m either asleep or off doing something else. My skills aren’t getting much practice. Instead, they circle each other like boxers, more focused on defense than actually landing a punch.I’m whipping up some lunch when Flint walks into the kitchen. “Heard we’ve got company coming over tonight.” He grabs a coffee mug from the cupboard next to me.“Yep,” I reply. “Got a problem with that?” I don’t even look at him as I add more Tabasco to the sauce on the stove.“If I did, I wouldn’t be talking to you about it.”“Right, you’d go chat with your brother.”Flint raises an eyebrow while pouring himself a cup of coffee. “Yeah, I would.”“It’s not cool to make fun of his accent.”“He’s my brother. I can do what I want. Just because it makes you all giddy to hear it doesn’t mean it’s not a bit ridicul
Beatrice’s POVIt takes a second for my eyes to get used to the low light of the strip club. The music isn’t exactly upbeat; heaven forbid the dancers actually have to move. Their bare bodies undulate on stage. I wonder how many of them are aware they’re actually stripping and that there’s a bunch of guys staring at them from below. As I look around the bar, I’m relieved to see James is on shift. At least something is going right today. Now, I just need to figure out how to get him alone. He’s at the far end, serving a single customer, while the rest of the crowd is huddled in the perv section. I’m so focused on James that I don’t notice the bouncer coming up to me. “You here for an interview?” I give him a smirk. “Not exactly.” He looks confused. “What do you mean?” “Flint De Luca sent me.” “Does Mr. Zhang know you’re coming?” “Not a clue. Flint just told me to show up, so here I am. You know how it goes.” The bouncer nods curtly. “Enjoy a drink on the house. I’ll find Mr. Zh
Beatrice’s POVI didn’t think twice and just hit the button while Dalton swerved again. The motorcycle jerked to the side with us. “Tris, what the hell!” he yelled over the roaring wind. “You’re gonna get me killed!” As they leaned in closer, I took a deep breath to steady myself. My heart was racing so hard, I could feel it in my fingers. I shot at the driver’s leg, and the motorcycle swerved back into control. The guy on the back adjusted his aim, but before he could pull the trigger, I hit the rider in the arm. The gun fell to the ground in the dark, and the bike wobbled before speeding up next to us again. “Aim for their damn heads!” “I’m trying!” Not really. Killing people means a ton of paperwork with the bureau. This stuff is supposed to be preapproved. The driver fired off a bunch of shots at the car, but they missed. This guy couldn’t steer, aim, and shoot all at once. The passenger was slumped over, holding his arm. “Ram them!” Dalton swerved again, and
Beatrice’s POV “Mafia,” I correct her, raising a finger. “We’re way more than just a basic gang.” Her laughter echoes in the grand entrance, and when I turn my head, I spot Flint standing at the junction of the two sides of the house, hands tucked in his jeans pockets. “You off to spill some tea?” Sierra tilts her head. “Just catching up on how Tris nearly got herself killed today.” “Sounds like a bit of an overstatement.” “Oh.” She pretends to be confused. “You were there, huh?” Flint smirks slightly. “Not exactly. Dalton tends to blow things out of proportion.” I feel a flicker of annoyance. I’m not keen on exaggerating what went down in front of Sierra, but come on, let’s stick to the truth. We could’ve been in serious trouble because Flint wants Nolan back on his side. “We’ll catch you at dinner.” I pull her around the corner, heading through Nolan’s part of the house to mine. We reach the end of his hallway just as his bedroom door swings open. “Tris!”
Beatrice’s POVSierra is putting on another layer of mascara on my lashes when the doorbell rings loudly through the house. I decided to let her glam me up for old times' sake. I’m in a black dress that fits snugly on top but flows and is sheer at the bottom. It looks great and is comfy, which makes us both happy. “Sounds like someone’s arrived.” She examines my face. “Just one more coat.” “I’ll wake up looking like a raccoon.” “No way, because you’re going to take off your makeup like a good girl.” “You know I usually don’t wear much makeup. I’ll need a crowbar to get this off.” I gesture to my face with a smirk. “I’ve barely put anything on you. I wish I had skin like yours.” She flicks the mascara wand and leans back on her heel, checking me out one last time. “You look perfect.” Standing up, I smooth out my dress. “Do you think the people Nolan invited are here because of you?” “It’s the only thing that makes sense. He said he’d make it worth my while. I told
Beatrice’s POVSomehow, I manage to get through shopping with Sierra without freaking out about Nolan snooping around James. When we pull up to the house to grab her suitcases, I half-expect the brothers to be waiting at the door, guns drawn, ready to take me out right then and there. “You good?” she yawns, dragging her suitcase down the hallway. “I’m the one who crashed with Flint last night. Man, I was so wasted. What a stupid move. You’re acting like you’re the one who did something scandalous.” I bite my lip, wishing I could spill the beans. She knows the undercover me better than anyone else, and the holes in my stories would be obvious. “Just a lot happening in this house, you know?” “Oh, I get it,” she nods. “So, you and Nolan…?” “Maybe?” She gives my back a reassuring rub. “Could be worse.” “What about you and Flint?” “Ugh, no way. I can’t go through that again. I’m too old for his drama now.” “You really think he hasn’t changed?” “Oh, I’m sure he ha
Beatrice’s POVThe building is just one story and looks more like a big, overgrown bungalow than a hospital or a long-term care place. One perk of my job is that I could find a nice spot for my mom, even if she doesn’t realize it’s the best option out there. “You’ll wait here?” I ask. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come in?” Nolan replies softly, his eyes full of sincerity. “I’ve got these broad shoulders you can lean on if you need.” Without thinking, I run my fingers down his arm. “Maybe later.” He takes my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. “You’re armed?” “Always.” “If anything feels off, I’m coming in.” “It’s an old-age home. It’s not exactly a high-stakes situation.” He doesn’t laugh at my joke. Instead, his gaze sharpens. “I protect my own.” “It’ll be fine.” I stroke his cheek with my thumb. “Promise.” This place isn’t part of my cover story. If he steps inside, he’ll find out more than he should. He nods toward the building. “Text me if you n
Beatrice’s POVLocking eyes with him, I say, “Flint believes you’ll freak out over what happened. He thinks it’ll bring you two closer.” “Closer?” Nolan laughs bitterly. “He murdered our father. There’s no way we’re getting closer.” “You can’t be sure of that yet.” “I’m sure. I just can’t prove it.” He jabs a finger at me, all charm gone. “That’s on you.” “He claims he didn’t do it.” “Of course, he’s going to say that.” His gaze is intense. “I get that you’re in a tough position. You can either hold back or spill everything to Flint. But with me, I want all the details—no matter how small.” I bite my lip and hold his stare. “Alright.” “It’s not alright. You can’t keep this stuff from me.” “What’s your plan for the Zhangs?” “I’ll do what needs to be done. My brother thinks he can provoke a reaction, and that’s exactly what he’ll get. If I don’t act, he’ll sense something’s off.” He sizes me up. “I look out for my own. Always.” My heart tightens at the loo
Beatrice’s POVFlint downs his shot and pours another. “That’s a ridiculous question.” “I need you to tell me what happened.” “After all these years, you never asked anyone?” His intense gaze scans her face. “I was so close to dying. Just a hair’s breadth away.” She touches her chest again. “Why would I want to go through that again?” I’m chugging my beer, feeling a bit out of place while they dive into this heavy stuff. Their conversation feels personal, and it catches me off guard. “Didn’t you ever wonder why I didn’t come back?” “Every single day.” Her voice is thick, tears welling up in her eyes. Flint’s tough facade cracks a bit. He pours another shot, as if trying to drown whatever tension lingers between them. “Don’t cry.” “I’m drunk. Of course, I’m going to cry.” She wipes her tears and holds out her glass for a refill. “I should probably head out.” I glance between them. Finishing my beer, I set the bottle down. If I stick around, I’m just intrudin
Beatrice’s POVFlint’s attention shifts to our group and then back to Connor. Nolan steps away from me to join them. Instantly, the guys switch to Italian, leaving only Sierra out of the loop on their conversation. She starts filling me in on the deal she struck with Thomas and Connor. I should be paying attention, but I can’t help but be drawn to the other chat happening nearby. It’s one of those moments where I wish I could split my brain in two. I catch bits and pieces of their talk, but the context is lost on me. A caterer walks in and leans in to whisper to Nolan. “Gentlemen. Ladies. Dinner is served.” He gestures toward the table. I take a seat at the far end. Nolan is at the head on my right, Sierra is directly across from me, and Connor is next to me on my left. Flint occupies the opposite end of the table. Even during dinner, it feels like they’re ready to go head-to-head. As the soup is served, Liam picks up the conversation. He glances between Nolan and Flint before s
Beatrice’s POVSierra is putting on another layer of mascara on my lashes when the doorbell rings loudly through the house. I decided to let her glam me up for old times' sake. I’m in a black dress that fits snugly on top but flows and is sheer at the bottom. It looks great and is comfy, which makes us both happy. “Sounds like someone’s arrived.” She examines my face. “Just one more coat.” “I’ll wake up looking like a raccoon.” “No way, because you’re going to take off your makeup like a good girl.” “You know I usually don’t wear much makeup. I’ll need a crowbar to get this off.” I gesture to my face with a smirk. “I’ve barely put anything on you. I wish I had skin like yours.” She flicks the mascara wand and leans back on her heel, checking me out one last time. “You look perfect.” Standing up, I smooth out my dress. “Do you think the people Nolan invited are here because of you?” “It’s the only thing that makes sense. He said he’d make it worth my while. I told
Beatrice’s POV “Mafia,” I correct her, raising a finger. “We’re way more than just a basic gang.” Her laughter echoes in the grand entrance, and when I turn my head, I spot Flint standing at the junction of the two sides of the house, hands tucked in his jeans pockets. “You off to spill some tea?” Sierra tilts her head. “Just catching up on how Tris nearly got herself killed today.” “Sounds like a bit of an overstatement.” “Oh.” She pretends to be confused. “You were there, huh?” Flint smirks slightly. “Not exactly. Dalton tends to blow things out of proportion.” I feel a flicker of annoyance. I’m not keen on exaggerating what went down in front of Sierra, but come on, let’s stick to the truth. We could’ve been in serious trouble because Flint wants Nolan back on his side. “We’ll catch you at dinner.” I pull her around the corner, heading through Nolan’s part of the house to mine. We reach the end of his hallway just as his bedroom door swings open. “Tris!”
Beatrice’s POVI didn’t think twice and just hit the button while Dalton swerved again. The motorcycle jerked to the side with us. “Tris, what the hell!” he yelled over the roaring wind. “You’re gonna get me killed!” As they leaned in closer, I took a deep breath to steady myself. My heart was racing so hard, I could feel it in my fingers. I shot at the driver’s leg, and the motorcycle swerved back into control. The guy on the back adjusted his aim, but before he could pull the trigger, I hit the rider in the arm. The gun fell to the ground in the dark, and the bike wobbled before speeding up next to us again. “Aim for their damn heads!” “I’m trying!” Not really. Killing people means a ton of paperwork with the bureau. This stuff is supposed to be preapproved. The driver fired off a bunch of shots at the car, but they missed. This guy couldn’t steer, aim, and shoot all at once. The passenger was slumped over, holding his arm. “Ram them!” Dalton swerved again, and
Beatrice’s POVIt takes a second for my eyes to get used to the low light of the strip club. The music isn’t exactly upbeat; heaven forbid the dancers actually have to move. Their bare bodies undulate on stage. I wonder how many of them are aware they’re actually stripping and that there’s a bunch of guys staring at them from below. As I look around the bar, I’m relieved to see James is on shift. At least something is going right today. Now, I just need to figure out how to get him alone. He’s at the far end, serving a single customer, while the rest of the crowd is huddled in the perv section. I’m so focused on James that I don’t notice the bouncer coming up to me. “You here for an interview?” I give him a smirk. “Not exactly.” He looks confused. “What do you mean?” “Flint De Luca sent me.” “Does Mr. Zhang know you’re coming?” “Not a clue. Flint just told me to show up, so here I am. You know how it goes.” The bouncer nods curtly. “Enjoy a drink on the house. I’ll find Mr. Zh