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I look down at the half-a-heart on my shoulder. It stings a little, but not much, nothing compared to the sensation in my heart telling me everything’s going to work out.

This means something.

Wemean something.

Screw it.

Sitting up, I look at her seriously.

“Freya, there’s something you need to….”

Suddenly, there’s a loud knock at the door.

Ofcourse, it had to be now.

“Sorry,” Kenny calls. “But it’s urgent.”

“Go on,” I reply, even if I wish he’d interrupted just ten minutes later.

“It’s Mike – Mr. Red. We found him. We need to go now. We won’t get a better chance than this.”

I stand, staring down at my woman, hating the fact I need to leave so much unsaid.

“I’ll be back soon,” I say.

She places the tattoo gun aside and rises to her feet, wrapping her arms around my naked torso and carefully pulling herself close, as if she doesn’t want to hurt my flesh wound or the tattoo.

“Please don’t get hurt,” she whispers.

“Whatever happens,” I say fiercely, “I’ll return to you. Nothing could stop me.”

CHAPTERNINETEEN

Freya

“Aren’t you just the cutest?” I say, bobbing Felicia up and down on my knee.

She beams at me, making my heart feel like it’s cracking down the middle. It makes me think of my own children, the future ones I’m going to have with Felix.

If he survives. If he feels the same.

I didn’t know what he would say before Kenny interrupted, but my mind latched on to tempting possibilities.

It’s only been ten minutes since he left, but it feels like hours.

Yasmin sits on the other side of the living room. Mom’s taking a nap, and Julie is in her bedroom, watching a movie on the laptop one of Kenny’s men provided.

Yasmin’s deep black hair is down around her shoulders, and she’s smiling as she looks at me.

“Felix told me, by the way,” she says a moment later. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“He…,” I pause, wondering if I heard her correctly. “Told you?”

“Told you what?” Julie says, walking into the living room from behind me.

Felicia crawls onto the couch cushion beside me and grabs her picture book, sprawling out as she opens it enthusiastically. Another pang touches me when I see her curled up like that, completely focused on the book in that childhood way, where nothing else can interfere.

My core gives a shudder, drawing my thoughts to Felix, to his hands on mine…and then I think about his tattoo, the half heart, and what it means.

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