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“Fuck,” Monk mumbled under his breath, which made Onyx laugh.

“That’s what I thought. We’ll start tomorrow.”

They didn’t. After polishing off another six-pack, they started that night. Somehow Monk ended up going first.

“WHY DIDN’T she tell you that she was flying?”

Monk shrugged. “Fuck if I know.”

“Next question. Why did it bother you so much that she didn’t?”

It was a question he’d asked himself a thousand times.

“I mean you don’t tell anyone jack shit, so I’d say that’s a little hypocritical.”

“I have good reasons for not telling people what I’m doing. It’s my job.”

Onyx got up and walked into the kitchen. “We’re outta beer, son. What else you got?”

“Bottle of Hennessy above the fridge.”

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about. Damn. Why didn’t we start with this shit?”

Onyx handed Monk a glass and sat back down.

“You know her ex is out of prison, right?”

Monk’s head shot up. “Who told you that?”

“Who do you think?”

“Who, Onyx?”

“Settle down. Razor did. He’s got Diesel on her detail.”

“He’s a good man.”

“Damn straight. Smart as shit too. Kinda like Saylor is.”

The last Monk heard, Diesel spoke twelve languages. It was probably more now. Onyx’s reference to Saylor’s intelligence didn’t go unnoticed. Monk got what he was up to. And it worked. In fact, it worked as soon as Onyx said the man’s name. Diesel wasn’t his main concern, though.

Saylor’s ex was out of prison, which meant she was at risk, no matter who was on her detail. So were the girls and even Sally—anyone closely associated with Saylor and Razor.

“If it were me, I wouldn’t be able to trust anyone else to protect my woman the way I would myself.”

“Point made.”

“What are you gonna do about it?”

“What the fuck do you think I’m going to do?”

31

She knew she came across as desperate, but Saylor didn’t care. She couldn’t just sit in her house and wait to see if Cliff showed up. She had to get out of here.

She hadn’t heard from Mantis, who she typically received her flight assignments from, but, God, she needed to get into the air. Not just her. She wanted her girls with her. And her mom. She wouldn’t mind if Razor, Ava, and Sam came with them too.

“Jesus,” she said out loud. Nothing like running away from her own life. Instead of hijacking K19’s plane, she called Poppy.

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