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As if I’d ever killanyinnocent woman.
But my woman, Freya, will give me children, happiness like I never dreamed…
Freya, who’s going to give me the privilege of makingheras happy as she can possibly be.
To suggest I’d ever harm her is monstrous.
She’s my woman. It’s my job to keep her safe.
I quickly call Kenny, one of my friends on the West Coast. He’s ex-military, like me – we served together – and he currently works for a protection firm.
“Felix?” he says, answering.
“It’s time for Operation Red,” I tell him. “Make sure Yasmin and Felicia are safe. Then, you can bill me for the hours.”
Kenny snorts. “You’re not paying a dime. After everything you did for me….”
He trails off, and I know he’s thinking of the same thing.
The bullets and the screams. At first, we thought people were confused, giving conflicting reports in battle heat, but we were surrounded. Kenny says he owes his life to me, but any of us would’ve done the same. I carried him physically, fine, but we all carried each other.
“We can sort the money later,” I say. “Just get them to the safe house. Then, update me the second anything suspicious happens.”
“I will,” Kenny says.
“Thank you.” I sigh. “I have to go. I’ve got lots to do tonight.”
After hanging up, I call Yasmin.
When she answers, my heart clenches in my chest at the sound in the background. It’s Felicia’s voice, raised in happiness.
“Hey, bro,” she says, sounding the happiest she has since this all started.
Ever since I told her today was my last job, she’s been more upbeat. She hates that I have to do this and blames herself, but there was an end in sight.
Not anymore.
“I’m sorry, Yasmin,” I say.
She pauses. I imagine her face scrunching up and her forehead furrowing.
Then I know she frowns, and her eyes widen as it hits her.
“It’s Operation Red, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” I say.
Operation Red. The name I gave to the plan to protect Yasmin if Mr. Red ever went back on his word.
“Why?” she whispers.
Because they want me to kill your future sister-in-law.
I keep that sentiment to myself. Even if Yasmin has always been more emotional than me – not a difficult feat – I think even she’d double take if I told her how I really feel.
“I’ll explain later,” I say. “Pack a bag. Kenny will be there soon.”
CHAPTERFIVE
