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Ace’s breathing is still heavy, but he drops the knife to look at me. “What are you doing?” I’ve seen Ace lose himself before, but this is different. The way he’s looking at me with murderous eyes, no longer showing the beautiful greens, has me shuddering. He’s letting his demons control him, but I refuse to back down. No matter what crazy shit he’s about to do, I’m going to remain right here.
“We’re working together, right? We both wanted him, so let me ask questions too.” It will give him enough time to calm down so he doesn’t kill him without getting what he needs.
Ace lifts the knife, placing the bloody blade against the underside of my chin. “Make it quick. And don’t kill him—his life is mine.”
“I’m not a murderer like you guys.” I scoff, taking my place in front of Novak when Ace moves. I know the words falling from my tongue aren’t the complete truth, but I feel like it’s what I have to tell myself to survive.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Ace hands me the knife.
“Ross Novak,” I say, turning my attention to his tortured, bloody body, “I have some questions to ask you. I won’t beat around the bush. Do you make it a habit of making people disappear?” I’ve switched on my FBI voice. Cold. Calm. Calculated.
“I didn’t do anything to those girls,” he growls.
Hmm. He might be easier to crack than I thought.
“That’s weird. I didn’t say girls. Have something you want to get off your chest?”
Sweat rolls down his forehead, dripping into his eyes. “No, I don’t.”
“I guess we can start with the girls you’re talking about then. Have a specific type, Ross? Rich, poor, tall, short, pretty, skinny?”
“Short, blonde, with pretty eyes, is my type. Thanks for asking. Wanna go on a date, Agent Stone?”
My heart skips a beat hearing my name roll off his dirty lips. How the hell does he know who I am? I snap my head toward Ace to see if he knows anything about this and he looks just as confused as I am.
What the actual fuck?
Novak knew who I was at the club; he was fucking playing me. What would he have done to me if the guys hadn't shown up?
“How do you know who I am?”
Novak lets out a weak laugh with a look of pleasure in his eyes. “I know a lot about you, Zamira. Like I know that your parents died when you were ten, and you lived with your grandparents after that. When they died, you married Tommy Brennan.” How the fuck does he know this stuff about me?
My palms begin to sweat as my legs become shaky. There’s no way he could’ve known who I was. Obviously, the guys were able to figure out my secret, but Novak barely even had a chance to be around me long enough to figure it out.
I’m too in my head to answer so he continues, “I also know that you’re a murderer,princess. I know you killed Tommy in cold blood and your self-defense excuse is just an act.”
Tommy. Does he know Tommy?
There’s only two other people who know the truth and one of them is dead. The other wouldn’t dare betray me like that.
What if Tommy is actually still alive? Did I really see him take his last breath?
Is this some sort of payback for defending myself?
My heart jackhammers, threatening to escape my chest. My shoulders heave, showing how he’s affecting me.
“Princess Zamira Stone thought she could hide her true self from the world, but she couldn’t. There are people out there who know the truth.” His taunts filter in my ears, making anger bubble inside my chest. Before I can stop myself, I sink the knife deep into his stomach, the familiar sensation sending a rush of adrenaline through me.
Blood pours over my fingers, the warmth flooding me with the same relief I felt four years ago.
I let go of the handle, leaving the knife sticking out of his stomach, before I slam my fist into his face over and over again. It’s a stretch with my height, but with a bit of effort, my knuckles line up perfectly with his face. The force of my hits splatter blood all over my face and dress.
“Who the fuck are you really?” I scream as I lose control.
Strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me off Novak, my arms still swinging instinctively. I kick my legs trying to get free, but whoever has me is too strong. “Stop.” Ace’s low voice snaps into my ear.
“Let me go!”
