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“I’ll do much worse.”
I wiggle one hand free and grab the knife Lennox left me. Pressing it against his throat, I whisper in his ear.
“No, you won’t.”
Andrea won’t hurt me, but he also won’t tell me the truth. I’m close to piecing it all together, but time is running out.
Chapter 27
Lennox
“You have to be patient. These things take time,” I say for the millionth time as Kit paces our hotel room.
“I don’t understand why your men haven’t figured out who The Abyss is yet. It can’t be that difficult to find a man who has been hunting this family for years.”
I roll my eyes. “If it was easy, you would have already found him.”
“I would if you would ever let me leave this damn hotel room.”
I chuckle from the chair I’m sitting in while I drink a beer. It’s been a week since I last saw Rialta, and I’m getting antsy too, but I don’t tell Kit that. “You leave this hotel room, you’re dead. Between The Abyss, Andrea, and Vincent’s men—one of them will take you out before you get ten feet from the building.”
Kit shakes his head. “Then let me go. I’d be one less competitor for you to worry about.”
“Yes, but then Rialta would never forgive me for letting you die. So it’s a lose-lose for me.”
Kit huffs, and then there’s a knock on the door.
We both whip our heads to it. I pull out my gun. Kit just stands frozen. He really does have a death wish.
“Gun,” I hiss at him. He fumbles for the gun in his waistband.
I walk to the door, keeping my gun pointed at it. I look through the peephole and find no one there.
My brow furrows as I ease the door open. Whoever knocked is gone, but there’s a white envelope lying on the ground.
I pick it up and then quickly shut and re-lock the door. The hotel has a standard mid-budget lock on it that won’t hold up if anyone wants to get inside. But that’s not why I chose this hotel room anyway.
“What is it?” Kit asks.
I pull out a picture from the envelope, and my heart sinks.
“What?” Kit asks again, his voice higher this time.
I hold out the photo, and he gasps at the sight.
“Is she marrying him? Did he win?”
As I stare at the photo of Rialta in a wedding dress, memories of her walking down the aisle to marry me flash through my head. All the blood drains from my body as reality sinks in.
“Are you okay, man?”
“Fine,” I snap.
He chuckles. “She doesn’t love him. He can’t win. Vincent gave her a choice.”
“Vincent gave her the appearance of a choice. She won’t have a choice when he’s the only one left standing, and we’re both dead.”
Kit’s face pales. “What do we do?”
