Chapter 513
Chapter 513:
“What?” Alistair asked, pulling her toward his bike.
“If we leave him, the Morettis will kill him p>
“Good,” Alistair spat. “Let him rot p>
“No!” Skye grabbed Alistair’s arm. “If Lucian dies tonight, Isabella takes over everything. She’ll hunt us both down with the entire underworld at her back. Lucian is the only shield we have until I can dismantle the Moretti network p>
Alistair looked at her, his eyes blazing with frustration. “You want to save him p>
“I want to use him,” Skye corrected. “He has the evidence on Isabella in his jacket pocket—the SD card I gave him at the house. If the police find him with that evidence, and I’m the witness… we destroy the Morettis legally p>
Alistair cursed. “Fine p>
He dragged Lucian out of the wreckage.
Just then, sirens wailed in the distance. Blue and red lights strobed against the desert sky.
“Police,” Alistair said. “I can’t be here. I’m wanted for the explosion p>
He looked at Skye. “Come with me p>
Skye looked at the unconscious Lucian, then at the approaching police cars.
“I can’t,” she said. “If I run, I’m a fugitive. If I stay… I’m the victim of a Moretti kidnapping. I can control the narrative. I can finish this p>
Alistair grabbed her shoulders. “Skye, don’t do this. He’s dangerous p>
“Trust me,” she said. She kissed him quickly. “Go p>
Alistair hesitated, then jumped on his bike and tore off into the dark just as the first cruiser skidded to a halt.
Skye sat down next to Lucian in the dust. She ripped her dress and tied it around his head wound.
She waited for the police, composing the lie that would bring down a dynasty.
The hospital was bright and smelled of antiseptic.
Skye sat in the waiting room. Her arm was in a sling.
Kael stood by the door, his arm bandaged and his face a mask of stone. He had survived the crash—barely. He watched her with suspicion.
“You saved him,” Kael said. “Why p>
O𝗋i𝗴i𝗻a𝗅 𝖼𝗼𝗻teո𝗍 𝖿𝘳о𝗺 be𝗹ո𝘰𝘷e𝗹ѕ.𝘤𝗈𝗆
“Because he owes me,” Skye said coldly. “And because I wasn’t done with him p>
The doctor came out. “Mr. Graves is awake. He’s asking for you p>
Skye walked into the room. Lucian looked smaller in the hospital bed, surrounded by machines. But his eyes were sharp.
“You’re alive,” he rasped.
“So are you,” Skye said. “The police are outside. They have the evidence on Isabella. I gave it to them p>
Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “You gave them my files p>
“I gave them the files on the Moretti operation,” Skye corrected. “The press is already calling it an assassination attempt on a legitimate businessman by a rival crime family. You’re the hero, Lucian p>
Lucian laughed. It turned into a cough. “And you p>
“I’m the devoted partner who stayed by your side,” Skye said.
“You could have run,” Lucian said. “The bike… I heard it before I passed out. Someone came for you p>
Skye didn’t flinch. “I made a choice p>
“Why p>
“Because the Morettis need to burn,” Skye said. “And you’re the match p>
Lucian reached out his hand. Skye took it.