Death of Cupids (The Blood of Cupids MC) Read Free Page A

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sending you?”
    “Why would you think he’s here?”
    I had about enough of that.  “Okay lady, any more of
these kinds of answers and I’m going to have to assume you’re working with him
and the whole kidnapped children thing is a ruse.”
    “He has my children.”  She snapped.  “I swear.”
     
    Sean knew I was pregnant, which I had found out today. 
If he wrote that letter, he would’ve had to be following me around the grocery
store, or worse, he followed me home.  And he would’ve known putting his
little postscript tease in there meant I would have figured out he was
close.  He wanted me to know.  He wanted me to react.  Sean
Cassidy was hanging around my little town waiting for me to figure this out.
     
    “Did you read this?”  I held the letter up to her.
    “No.”
    “And you don’t know what it says?”
    “I don’t.”  For some strange reason, I believed her.
    “It pretty much says he’s here, so choose your words
wisely.”
    “He’s…” I watched as she calculated her answer.
    “It’s a waste of time for you to lie to me.  I don’t
know how much you know, but I have a bit of history with Sean Cassidy.  He
knows me well enough to appreciate that I would figure this little riddle
out.  I’m also going to assume he wanted me to figure it out.”
    “I swear to you: he didn’t tell me any of this.”  She
withered further into the couch.
     
    I wanted to slap this woman across the face.  I knew
all about feeling defeated, I knew all about having the things you love most
taken away from you, but I also knew all about picking yourself up and not
allowing yourself to become a victim.  Anne Marie Carter was clearly a
victim.  Without Ryan and I, there would be no way she would ever see her
children again.  So why did Sean send her rather than coming himself?
 I rolled through a few scenarios in my head, trying to pinpoint Sean’s
plan of attack.  What was his angle now?
     
    At that point, a strange thought clicked in my head. 
For so long, I had assumed Sean wouldn’t stop until we were both dead. 
All his threats insinuated just that.  But now, I was beginning to see how
wrong I might be.  Sean never wanted us dead; he wanted us to
suffer.  He wanted to laugh while everything was taken away from us. 
     
    Only then would he be happy.
     
    “So what’s the game plan?”  I still was unsure of her
role in all of this.
    “Sean said that I need to accompany you two back to
Philadelphia, then Ryan is supposed to go to the Cupids clubhouse.”
    “That’s it?  That’s all he said?”  It seemed a
little too humane for Sean Cassidy.
    “Yes.  I swear to you: that’s it.  Once he gets
word that you guys are back, my children can come home.”
     
    What game was he playing?  There was no way he was
going to release hostages that easily, especially now that Ryan was aware that
those hostages were his half siblings.  Angry or hurt as he may be, Ryan
still had a good heart.  He would never let anything happen to them, and I
was certain Sean was planning on exactly that.
     
    I tallied up the things I had learned either directly from
our conversation or that I had deduced from reading between the lines.
     
    Sean was still alive.
    Sean knew where we lived.
    Sean would give Anne Marie her children back once he got
word of our return.
     
    “And he specifically said that Ryan had to go to the
clubhouse.”
    “Yes, he made sure to stress that point.”
     
    That could only mean one thing: there was a Cupid that
we could not trust.
     
    Finding him would be our first mission.
     
    “So that means Sean will not be traveling back with us?”
     
    A deep voice rang behind me.  “Why would Sean be coming
with us?”  With how engaged I was with Anne Marie and how determined I was
to figure out Sean’s next move, I didn’t even hear Ryan come out of the
bedroom. 
     
    We both just stared at him, unsure of how to respond.
    “Do I need to ask again?”  I