Page 119 of Ruthless Ambition
Chapter 28: Onyx
“I really think I should have driven,” Cooper said beside me.
“You’re both fucking delusional,” Charlie said from the back seat. “He’s too pent up, and you’re going to pass out at any minute,” he grumbled. “I should be driving.”
“You drive like Sable,” I bit back at him.
“Yeah? Well, then your mom’s an excellent driver,” Charlie quipped back.
“She backed into a water fountain,” Cooper reminded him as he leaned his head back. “In an empty parking lot.”
“She didn’t hit anyone else,” Charlie countered after he thought about it.
“You got eyes on him?” I asked Cooper instead of carrying on the conversation. Cooper had tracked him down, and now we were going to get answers.
“It’s hard because we’re moving. I have a slight time lapse, but I should be okay,” he told me.
“Time lapse? How long?”
“Few minutes.”
“Minutes?” I demanded. “A lot can happen in a few fucking minutes.”
“Will you calm the fuck down?” Cooper growled. “She’s in your fucking fortress, Jer’s there, and Owen’s on his way. The cavalry is charging, man, lock it down.”
“When did you get all hot and bothered for her again, anyway?” Charlie asked as he moved to lean between us. “Haven’t you told us for years that you hate her?”
“Hate sex can be really sensational,” Cooper told Charlie. “You know that. I don’t know what you and that crazy Fitzpatrick bitch are up to, but that’s not even someone you like. He’s always liked the vampire.”
“Can you both shut up and focus?”
“Ugh, I hate when he’s like this,” Charlie said as he leaned back in his seat. “Takes all the fun out of it.”
“He’s on the move,” Cooper suddenly said. “Fuck, I need a constant signal,” he told me. “You need to slow down.”
“No.”
“Onyx, for fuck’s sake, I need to track him, slow down.”
Pressing on the brake suddenly, they both jerked forward. “God, you’re a cunt,” Charlie protested as he rubbed his neck.
I smiled despite their glares. “Where is he?”
“I’m looking,” Cooper snapped. Driving slower, I felt my impatience rising.
“Coop,” I warned him.
“I’m on it,” he bit back tersely. “Wait. Stop.”
“What?”
“Stop the car.”
Violating several traffic laws, I pulled over. “Talk.”
“I think,” he peered at his laptop, “I think he’s heading to Commerce.”
“The office?” I asked in confusion. “She isn’t at the office.”
