My jaw tightened hard.
“He was related to the senator.”
The tavern went dead still.
Flick stared at me like she suddenly realized she never truly knew how dangerous my life had been.
“Related how?” Wolf asked.
Ava hesitated.
Then:
“His son.”
Shock slammed through the room.
Trigger actually sat back in his chair.
“No way.”
Tate swore viciously under his breath.
Flick looked up at me slowly.
“Hersh…”
God.
I hated the fear in her eyes right then.
Not fear of me.
Fear for me.
“That operation was buried,” Ava continued. “Officially, the senator’s son died overseas years ago.” Her expression hardened. “Unofficially? He was laundering cartel money and trafficking women and children.”
Disgust rolled through the tavern instantly.
But Flick just kept staring at me.
Because now she understood.
This wasn’t random.
The senator didn’t just want the witness dead.
He wanted revenge.
On me too.
Vaughn started laughing again from the floor.
Weak.
Bloody.
Ugly.
