Wicked Love •Book Two•

Chapter 15

Landon

The cemetery was quiet this early in the morning. Alesso didn't give an exact time so I'd wander until he found me. Though I had a feeling he knew the exact moment my boots hit the soil. I was surprised I wasn't dead yet. The only thing holding him back was the fact that I didn't have his daughter at my side. And dead, I wouldn't be any help finding her for him.

I pass another headstone, the name reads "Stephanie Fallon, 1978-2017, Beloved Mother".

It's not the one I'm looking for. My eyes scan for the names April and Jared Lancaster. Ivy had given me an idea of where they were but I was still roaming hoping to spot them. Plus, it helped my nerves to keep moving.

"How're you doing, soldier?" Ivy's voice came through my earpiece. She sounded nervous and breathy. Just as I had anticipated, she hated this plan. I knew she would. But she was trying to be a good sport about it.

"I'm still alive," My breath fogs in front of me in the chill of the morning.

"Don't joke about that, Landon, please." She breathes. And for a moment, I'm transported back to her room. A few days ago when I'd woken her from a nap.

"Landon please" She had said. Her voice soft and sultry and thick with sleep. What had she been dreaming? Had it been a nightmare? Something else?

"Don't stress, everything's gonna work out." I want to soothe her further but Arrow and Sin are on this line too and I don't know how they've taken to me getting so close to their girl. To my surprise, Sin hadn't said anything yet. For Arrow, that was no surprise, he seemed to be quite secure and relaxed in his relationship with Ivy. But Sin, Sin protected her with a ferocity I'd never seen before. Even when his own men got too close, he'd snap.

Was I an exception? Or was he just waiting for me to push my luck so he could snap my neck? Would he ever forgive me for almost letting Ivy die? Fuck, no. I wouldn't forgive me.

The names of Ivy's parents catch my attention a few headstones ahead and I head that direction. My heartbeat started to pound in my ears.

"If this doesn't go our way," I say, eyeing the tree-line behind me. "You better go all Powerpuff Girl on his ass."

Ivy laughs in spite of the situation. "Which one would I be?"

"Definitely, Buttercup." I tell her. "Arrow is Bubbles and Sin is Blossom." She laughs again, harder this time and I find myself smiling.

"Oh god, he'll be thrilled I'm sure." She sniggers. But her laughing trails off and the reality of the situation sets back in quickly.

There's a rustle behind me and I spin. Sure enough, Alesso walks toward, a gun aimed at my forehead. He's got four men trailing behind him. One face stands out amongst the rest.

Peter Ruslo.

The man who'd shot Ivy. Something white, hot and furious shoots through me and gone is the fear. No, I'm fucking pissed. How dare Alesso let that fucker live? How dare he show up at her mother's grave when he damn near put her in the ground.

My hand curls around the remote in my hand, careful not to hit the button.

"Where is she?"