Free Raines, Elizabeth - Wanted [Wicked Missions 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Elizabeth Raines

at Izzie’s side.
    “That greedy bastard?” Izzie shook her head. “He’ll want to sell it again.”
    “I’ll get it in a minute,” Spencer replied. “Tell us what’s next.”
    “You need to get Carlos off your ass. You can do that by getting Markus Graveland on your side.”
    “Markus?” Hammond asked. “Thought his name was Syrus Graveland?”
    Achchim shook his head. “Prison he’s now in. Brother the business runs.”
    Although both Hammond and Spencer looked shocked, it was Spencer who voiced the question in their eyes. “Prison? Who would have the balls to catch Syrus Graveland?”
    Izzie chuckled. “Some chick—a Belusian named Lorianne Seabreeze. Or something like that. Word is she set him up for a drug sting.”
    Callie’s heart skipped a beat before it started pounding a rough gait in her chest. “Lyrianna,” she whispered. Did her men recognize the name? From the stoic expression on both their faces, they didn’t. She sat up, watching intently. Her thoughts were already running a million kilometers an hour over the awful things Spencer and Hammond had said about her, but she’d assumed they simply didn’t want their associates to know she was still with them, figuring they were protecting her. Now, it took all of her control not to rush out to the tarmac and demand answers. She needed to know about her sister. And she also needed to know they didn’t really think of her like some whore.
    “Word is you’re lookin’ for someone,” Izzie added.
    “A Belusian,” Achchim added. “Woman the same as brought down Graveland, perhaps?”
    Spencer shook his head. “Nah. Just a lady we heard about. Supposed to be very…talented. Likes threesomes. You know what I’m talkin’ about.” He elbowed Achchim hard enough the Dracorian grunted in response.
    “Didn’t your little Callie chick like threesomes?” Izzie had the balls to ask.
    “Ask about Lyri,” Callie said, wanting to scream it at the top of her lungs. Somehow she knew this Izzie was holding cards she wasn’t showing. “Ask her. Ask about Lyri.”
    “As a matter of fact,” Hammond said, settling his hands on his hips, “she was awesome . Liked all sorts of kinky shit. Jealous we didn’t invite you instead, Izzie?”
    “Fuck you, Hammond,” she replied. “If I didn’t know you better, I’d think you and Spencer had her holed up somewhere.”
    “You know, Hammond, we can go back and get her now,” Spencer suggested. “We could claim that reward and get back in Carlos’s good graces in one punch. I mean she was fun and everything, but business is business.”
    A wave of nausea hit Callie when Hammond rubbed his chin as if considering the idea. “How much did you say the reward was?” His question made her hold her breath.
    “More than enough to make it worth your while,” Izzie replied.
    The responding grin on Hammond’s face forced a shocked gasp to slip from her lips. “Should we hand her over to Carlos? I sure wanna make it worth our while .”
    Callie hit the button to end the link. She’d heard more than enough, panic sizzling through her. There was too much danger to stay. Danger to her. Danger to them. The time had come to run. She hurried out of the cockpit, knowing that no matter how much she loved Hammond and Spencer, she couldn’t trust them now, not after what they’d said. She didn’t want to believe they’d betray her, but she simply couldn’t shake the fear.
    That’s what you get for falling in love with drug smugglers, dipshit!
    She had no choice now. Carlos wanted her, and he only wanted them because of her. If she left, she’d be sure that not only was she out of the gangster’s reach, but the guys wouldn’t be hunted any longer. They’d find a way to get back into his favor and get their lives back.
    Grabbing a black shirt from the drawer, she yanked it over her head and shoved her arms in the sleeves. A pair of drawstring pants—thankfully black as well—completed the dark