Chapter 219: Jace’s Rat

Reese I always thought Roman was the more sensible one between the two of us. Smart. Level-headed. Capable of functioning under pressure. But standing here and facing this van with two unfamiliar women sitting inside it like hostages, I was starting to rethink every compliment I’d ever given him. “Please,” I said, dragging a hand through my hair, “don’t tell me you’ve added kidnapping to your résumé. Because otherwise, how the hell do you explain this? Who are they, and what are they doing here?” Roman didn’t even care. He just pointed. “That’s Chloe,” he said flatly, nodding at the blonde one who looked like she had barbed wire for blood. She glared at him like she was two seconds from stabbing him to death with a decorative fork. “Sav’s sister.” Then he pointed to the other girl—the one with the pixie haircut and a don’t-mess-with-me jawline. “And that,” he continued, “is Paula. Jace’s rat.” “Who the hell is Jace?” I asked, confused. Paula’s eyebrow shot up like he’d just slapped her