Free Unbreakable: Unrequited Part Two (Fallen Aces MC Book 2) by Max Henry Page A

hour and a half at minimum.”
    Just the thought of being able to walk through the house without the need to keep on alert for Carlos is enough to have my muscles relaxing. Living in a state of constant fear does a number on my joints, that’s for sure.
    Sully holds out a towel as I take the curved steps in the corner of the pool. I wrap it around myself, and then reach for my sunhat and book.
    “Use the time to pack what you want to take with you,” he says. “I have a plan.”
    His eyes are sincere; the slight frown on his forehead gives away his concern at the idea. “When?”
    “Tonight.”
    “How?” I roam my gaze over the house, across the large windows. Regardless, we’re on camera so I can’t let this conversation last too long without it looking suspicious. “Follow me and talk.” I head for the house and leave wet prints on the bricks as I go.
    “I’ve mapped the blind spots for the cameras. You can get out of the house undetected if you go down to the north wing.”
    My skin chills despite the sun that’s emerged from behind the clouds. “That’s off-limits. It’s his ex-wife’s part of the house.”
    “I know. But it’s your only way out without being picked up.”
    “Why can’t we pretend we’re going shopping or something?”
    Sully holds the door shut that leads inside and leans an arm over my shoulder to press against the frame. “If I can get you out and claim ignorance, I can stick around a little longer and see what he does once he realizes you’re gone. If we all go at once, we’re vulnerable, we won’t know what he’s doing to track you down.”
    “What do you mean ‘all go?’ Are you taking Maria away from here too?”
    He nods, eyeing the house and then the camera over our heads that points out to the courtyard. I realize we’re standing in one of the blind spots, being so close to the door.
    “I’ve got an idea for us, but I’m more concerned with getting you and your precious cargo out first.”
    “Why, Sully?” I love that he’s doing this for me, but why risk so much? I haven’t known him long.
    “Because the things he does to you, the things he does to mess with Maria, nobody should be able to get away with that.” Sully closes his eyes briefly. “We need to keep walking, otherwise the lag between cameras will be noticeable.” He opens the door, ushering me through first, and then breaks in the opposite direction to me. “Ten p.m. Be in your room. Maria will come get you.”
    I make my way up the lonely halls to my bedroom to change; the realization that this is it sends a thrill buzzing through my limbs. My toes tingle as I lift my feet and kick my bikini bottoms off in my bathroom, turning the shower on to wash the chlorine off my skin.
    Hours, mere hours to go and I’ll see King. The fear of what I hide being discovered will be redundant and I can get through the rest of the pregnancy focusing on what’s important: what’s inside my swollen belly. I stand under the jet of war water and let my hands roam the curves of my stomach. Who are you? A boy? A girl? What will he or she be like? Who will my child become? And when this is all over, will he or she ever know what I went through to protect my baby and give him or her a chance at a good life?
    The challenges are plenty, and I’m not stupid. Getting away is the easy part. Life will never truly be free as long as Carlos is alive; he’ll always chase us, be that looming shadow over everything we do. The only thing that’ll bring me peace is the day he dies, the day he ceases to be a threat.
    So why should I wait?
    Soap runs from my toes as I freeze in place, turning the thought over in my mind. Why wait for the day he meets his maker? Why does it have to be somebody else who delivers the final blow? Because I’m certain with the life he leads it’ll be death by another’s hand, not natural causes.
    Could I do it? Could I be a murderer to ensure the safety of this little one? My gaze drifts to my