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Heaving a sigh, I muttered, “Alessa, I’ve done worse shit over the years than blackmail someone, and I’d do worse still to take down the Sparrows.”

“Does Conor know?”

That had me scowling at her as I pulled off Rachel’s driveway. “Do you think he’d toss me out if he did? He knows what I’m capable of.”

“That means he doesn’t know.”

“What’s your problem, Alessa?”

“I’d want to know if Maverick was capable of hurting people who’d already been—”

“Fuck off, Alessa,” I snapped, taken aback by her judgmental tone despite the fact I’d been forewarned by her reaction in Rachel’s dining room. “You think that’s the worst any of us have done? Jesus Christ, we were both soldiers. You think it’s okay to kill people?”

“No, but—”

“No. No buts. Don’t you dare judge me when I’m the goddamn reason one of the largest human trafficking rings in the world has imploded. You want me to tell Conor? I’ll tell him. In my time.

“Now, I don’t want to talk to you. This whole meeting was a headache and I have enough shit of my own to handle without adding to the mess.”

She didn’t reply and I didn’t expect her to.

When we pulled up outside the gates of Lily’s home, I drawled, “Go on, Ms. Innocent. You get your pious, self-righteous ass inside and tell Maverick what a cunt I am for doing what had to be done to get the answers we needed to take down a centuries-old secret fucking society.”

She shot me a stony look but jumped out of my ride.

I reversed and shot off down the street, relieved when I was on the highway and heading back to Manhattan.

There was only one problem.

It was pretty fucking big too.

If easy, happy-go-lucky Alessa could react like that, how would Conor?

I wanted to be confident in him, wanted to think he’d accept that I did what had to be done to finish the job, but…

No matter what I’d said to Alessa, there was always a ‘but.’

Especially when taking his past into consideration.

With my eyes locked on the city skyline in the distance, I whispered under my breath, “Fuck.”

CONGRESSWOMEN DENIED BAIL

Congresswomen Yeats and O’Hark denied bail!

Interpol’s Special Trafficking Unit declares this a victory in the fight against the ‘Sparrows.’

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CONOR

TIRED OF YOU - FOO FIGHTERS

TWO WEEKS LATER

“She’s in?”

“She is. Moved in yesterday,” Savannah confirmed, her voice bleating from the speaker of Star’s phone. “You should have helped me with the kitchen.”

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