The Havoc We Wreak - Becca Steele Page 0,40

you.”

“Do your worst.” He indicated towards the target.

As it turned out, he beat both me and Weston by a narrow margin. As the lights dimmed, indicating our time was up, I glanced at my watch, surprised to see how much time had passed. This was…unexpected. Really fucking unexpected. We’d spent hours together, and yeah, we’d had a good time. Fuck, I wanted to do it again.

Shaking my head internally at that thought, I followed West and my dad down the corridor towards the exit.

We headed out of the building, the sky outside now dark and dotted with stars, and paused by the cars.

“I had a good time, boys. Speak to my secretary to arrange dinner. Bring Winter. We can have a family meal.”

Weston groaned, under his breath, but my dad caught it. A thoughtful expression stole across his face. “Christine goes to play bridge most Wednesday nights. Why don’t the three of you come over on a Wednesday, and we can order food?”

“Like we used to do. Before…” Weston said softly, his voice cracking. I stepped closer, placing my hand on his shoulder.

My dad nodded. “It’s about time we restarted some of our old family traditions, don’t you think?”

I was fucking floored. All I could do was nod in agreement.

“Wait, before you go. I have something for you.” My dad unlocked his car, reaching into the back and pulling out a bag that he handed to me. “I believe these belong to your stepsister.”

Shocked, I stared into the bag, seeing Winter’s shoes and then back at him.

“What?” was all I managed to say, hearing Weston draw in a sharp, surprised intake of breath next to me.

“I’m not as ignorant as you believe, Caiden.” With those words, he climbed into his car, wasting no time in starting the engine, before backing out of the space. He left us with a toot of his car horn, leaving us staring after him open-mouthed.

“What the fuck?” Weston eventually said.

“Yeah.” What the fuck, indeed.

That wasn’t the only shock of the evening.

SIXTEEN

What did my dad know? I sat in the lounge, sharing a joint with Winter, everyone talking at once. Whatever it was, he hadn’t seemed angry or stressed, so I was pretty sure he had no clue about Christine’s plotting against him.

“Christine’s car’s on the move,” Weston suddenly said, holding up his phone. “Where’s she going this time? It’s late.”

Yeah, it was fucking late, and there could only be one reason she’d be heading out at this time of night. She wasn’t going to slip through my fingers again.

“I’m going after her.” I stood, and my girl immediately jumped to her feet.

“I’m coming, too.”

“No, you’re not.” I slid my hands up her arms, gripping her chin and rubbing across her pulse point. “You’re staying here. No arguments.”

“But—”

I slanted my mouth across hers, kissing her protests away. “No, baby.” I softened my voice. “Please.”

She stared at me, but resignation entered her gaze when she saw how deadly serious I was. “Fine, but stay safe. Please.”

“Always.” I kissed the tip of her nose and gently pushed her back down onto the sofa. She picked up the joint and took a long drag, still looking unhappy.

My eyes moved to Cassius, and he nodded, understanding me instantly, moving across to Winter. “I got those notes from Professor Mulligan. Wanna go through them with me?”

Looking between us, her eyes narrowed, and then she shrugged, lifting the joint in the air.

“I didn’t understand them the first time, but maybe this will help.”

“Doubt it will, babe, but let’s give it a go.” He fished around in the bag at the side of the sofa, pulling out his laptop. I left them to it, my attention returning to the immediate situation.

“We’ll take the bike.” Z was already standing by the door. “West, do that shit with the GPS so I can follow her.”

Weston nodded, tapping at his phone screen. “Take the drone with you,” he suggested. “Just in case. I charged it this morning.”

Good idea.

After a quick detour to grab the drone, I was jamming the bike helmet on my head and climbing on the back, and we shot away from the house, hot on Christine’s tail. Luck was on our side, for fucking once. She was passing near our house, and we were only around five minutes behind her.

Zayde slung the bike into the turns, and I leaned with him on autopilot, my mind racing, adrenaline pumping through my body. Whatever was going on, it couldn’t be good.

We slowed down as we