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Normally, I wouldn’t give two shits about a politician running his mouth about organized crime. The only ones they ever catch are the ones that are too dumb to hide their actions or too arrogant to try. The new ones. The more established groups like us don’t fear the police force because we’re smart enough to have half of their goddamn force on our payroll.
This time, though… this time, something doesn’t feel quite right.
The light turns green, and I drive toward the airport.
“They’re waiting, sir.”
I exit the car, thankful dusk has fallen so I can stand in the shadows and observe them. I stroke my gun lovingly and wish Princess was with me.
I like my toys and my pets.
The door to the plane opens.
And then I see her.
Cosette.
Tall and slender and as delicate as a porcelain doll.
I thought I loved her once.
I know now that I was dumb and foolish and there’s no such thing as romantic love, and definitely not with someone like Cosette.
Seems she has a similar memory, because when she sees me, she narrows her eyes and juts her chin out as if to defy me before I even command her.
Claude, on the other hand, doesnotsee me.
I watch as he doesn’t just touch her but fuckingmanhandlesher off the plane.
“Letgo,” she seethes. “Don’t touch me like that.”
She fights and resists him, then for a few seconds I don’t see anything but a haze of red.
“Oh, fuck,” Philippe curses beside me as I step into the light.
Claude sees me.
I walk faster. I’m only paces away now.
In seconds, his eyes go wide in terror, and he does the only thing worse than touching my woman—he pushes her away from him.
With her wrists restrained, she can’t brace her fall. I lunge forward and catch her, just in time.
I don’t bother to ask if she’s alright. I don’t bother to check on her. I plunk her down on the tarmac and cock my gun because Claude just fucking ran.
When I shoot to kill, I don’t miss.
I’m not trying to kill him.
Yet.
I made my brother a promise.
I shoot and hit the back of his kneecap with the first shot. He falls, screaming, and grabs at his knee. Brilliant red blood stains the ground around him. I shoot his second knee just to fucking hurt him.
When I reach him, I grab him off the ground and lift him to his feet. He screams like an animal caught in a trap.
“Lyam,” Cosette shouts. “He didn’t hurt me, Lyam. I promise he didn’t.”
