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Lamont taps the microphone, and the interference causes the crowd to jeer and yet they hush just as quickly as he begins to speak.
“Ladies and gentlemen, fellow Americans–”
He booms and a woman beside me yells, “Call yourself an American, you disgusting piece of shit!”
It brings a wry smile to my lips because I couldn’t have put it better myself.
There are now only two people between me and my target and as Lamont’s loud voice makes my ears bleed, I shut out his words, intent only on the person in front of me.
The crowd jeer and catcall as he delivers his speech, and we are now three rows away from him. The target is moving to the front and as they reach the second row, they lower the placard and hold it in front of them like a shield.
From my position behind them, I notice their hand move inside their jacket and as the glint of metal catches a spark of sunlight, I’m aware I only have one split second to act.
I move fast and pushing the person away between us I grip my target’s elbow and pull their arm behind them. The gun in their hand is retrieved by my other one and as I press it into their back, I whisper, “If you want to live, do everything I say.”
I pull them back against me and snarl, “Fucking amateur.”
Damien moves to the other side and acts as a shield to the baying crowd, and we move calmly back the way we came with a person who really doesn’t understand the trouble they are in.
We move away from the crowd and around the building and I nod to Damien, who speaks gruffly into his phone.
It takes seconds for my second car to reach us and as the doors slam open, my guards exit swiftly and I waste no time in pushing my captive into the car with a rough, “Take him to the screening room.”
As the door slams shut, it’s mere seconds before the car moves off at a slow speed, allowing me to pull out a cigarette and flick the flame of the lighter.
Damien sighs beside me. “That would have been inconvenient.”
“I agree.” I take a deep drag of the smoke and exhale rings into the atmosphere, wondering who sent a hitman to take out Lamont today. Deciding the list is probably too long to even contemplate, I turn back to the matter in hand and sigh. “He should be finished now. Let’s go and congratulate the bastard.”
We walk back toward Lamont Industries, and I swallow my distaste that is growing by the second for the man I have come to see. Carter Lamont holds answers I need and by the end of the meeting I will know the name of my next target, even if I beat it out of him myself.
CHAPTER 2
LILLI
I’m about to die. My heart is beating close to critical, and my breath can’t keep up.
I’ve been arrested. Not technically, but it must be the FBI. They’ve been watching me and knew of my intentions all the time. I am screwed and I’ll be sent to death row—in orange.
Just kill me now.
The car is moving at speed and it’s obvious they can’t wait to get me to my cell. I’ll be tortured for information and will be a mug shot by the end of the day.
If this car wasn’t flinging me all over the place, I’d be dipping my head between my knees and trying not to hyperventilate. What the fuck was I thinking?
I can’t even cry. I’m so angry with myself. If I did, they would be angry tears of frustration because that bastard is still breathing.
I’m sorry Reggie.
I blink away the tears as my heart reminds me it’s broken and catches on my thoughts, tearing a ragged breath from my lips as the pain stamps on my fragile heart.
‘I failed you.’ I whisper in my subconscious, not really caring about the shit I’m in right now.
I had one job, one moment to right a huge wrong and once again, the bastard wins.
Carter Lamont. His smug face fills my mind and freezes the blood in my veins.
I was so close.
