Raspberry Tart Terror (Murder in the Mix Book 30) by Unknown (hot novels to read .TXT) 📗

moment to take in the scent of vanilla clinging to her. Breaks my heart that I couldn’t promise her that nothing was happening to me. “I’m the one you want, Jimmy. I don’t have a single good defense for my actions. Not one way to build reasonable doubt in your mind. I did what I did. Guilty as charged.”

Jimmy purses his lips as he examines me. “You manned up. I like that. You got a good one here, Carlotta Junior.”

Lemon closes her eyes a moment. “Well, if you don’t mind, I’d like to keep him. I’ve got news for you, Jimmy.” She says his name with a bite of attitude, and I can feel the temperature go up in the room. “If you harm one hair on either of these men, you are going to have the wrath of God all over you, and I will be the instrument that delivers it. You think your little turf war with the Lazzaris is getting unmanageable? I’m going to make that look like a cakewalk. You will rue the day you ever thought to pull a trigger on either of them. And I won’t make it easy on you, Jimmy. I’m not going to romance you with the thoughts of a shot to the heart. I’m going for something with flair. And guess what?” She leans forward as much as that baby in her belly will allow. “I’ll make sure you suffer. Just know this, you will never know the level of hell you’ll plunge my child and me into if you take away its father. You wouldn’t do that to us, would you?” She cradles her belly with her arms. “You’re not heartless, are you?” Her chest pulsates as she looks his way. “But if anything happens to either of them, I’ll know exactly how heartless you can be.”

Carlotta sniffs back tears. “That’s enough with the dramatics, Lot Lot. Foxy, why don’t you take her to the bar and buy her a stiff one?”

“Carlotta.” Lemon’s voice pitches.

“All right, make it a virgin.” Carlotta motions for them to leave and Noah eventually gets Lemon to step away as he navigates her to the bar. “Now let’s talk dirty.” She pulls Jimmy in by the tie and I cringe to see her do it. “How about a pound of flesh in exchange for Sexy’s life?”

“No,” I tell them. I look Jimmy Canelli right in his wicked eyes, and I don’t back down. “Nobody pays for my sins but me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a pregnant wife to tend to. I believe she has a craving for some fried chicken.” I rise from my seat. “I’ll keep an eye open for the impending ambush.”

Carlotta clucks her tongue. “I wouldn’t lose sleep over it. I’ve seen Jimmy’s men in action. You’ve got nothing but the best when it comes to your execution. They’re so slick and quick, you’ll still be standing and lusting after Lot Lot long before you realize you’re dead.”

“I feel better already.”

I make my way over to the bar.

In a way, Carlotta’s words do bring on a consolation of sorts. I’d love nothing more than for my last thoughts to be of Lemon, for Lemon to be the last thing I see before I close my eyes one last time.

“Everett.” Lemon’s face is rife with worry as she turns my way.

The phone in her hand chirps and she looks down and gives a hard blink.

“It’s Evie.” She looks up at Noah and me. “She says her life was just threatened.”

“By whom?” My heart thumps hard at the thought of anyone hurting my baby girl.

Lemon takes a deep breath. “By Verity Prescott herself.”

Noah

Country Cottage Road is inundated with a large number of cars, none of which belong here, all of which are infiltrated with girls and women of various ages. And those willing to brave the inclement weather are standing on the front lawn of Lottie’s new rental, holding up signs that read #TeamHotJudge, #TeamHotCop, and #TeamLeftovers.

I park the van in the garage and entomb us inside with a flick of the button. No sooner do we get into the house than the banging starts at the front door.

“This is insanity,” Lottie says as she peers out of the window and the sound of screams comes from the other side of the glass.

The house is lit up bright as a jack-o’-lantern, and I’d hate to point it out, but the windows that line the dining room have no coverings.

Everett sighs as he looks toward the barren windows. “We should put up sheets.”

“Sheets?” Lottie looks physically ill at the thought. “The curtains I ordered should be here in a few days. I doubt anyone is looking through those windows. They’d be trespassing if they could see in.”

“I’ll test that theory.” Carlotta heads over to the nearest window and lifts her sweater, flashing the unsuspecting crowd. And sure enough, the sounds of retching and howls of disapproval can be heard.

“Point proven,” Lottie says. “I’ll get some sheets and excavate Evie from her room. Can’t wait to see what Verity has to say now,” she belts that last part out with marked anger.

I watch as she disappears down the hall before stepping over to Everett.

“All right, now that Lottie’s out of earshot, there are a few things I think we should discuss.”

Carlotta scuttles up. “The fact her fun bags have blown up to the size of watermelons?”

“No.” I inch back at the thought.

Although, I’ll admit, I’ve noticed. Leave it to Everett to have Lottie to himself when her body is primed for maximum fun. Not that she wasn’t fun with me. And certainly not that I would reject her for having a far more diminutive body. I’d take Lottie in any configuration that she would allow.

Carlotta grunts, “It’s because she hogged that whole bucket of Pickin’ Lickin’ Chicken to herself on the ride home, and she polished it off before we hit the driveway. I thought it was a case for