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“I can’t relive that.”
He turned.
It was time.
Tommy wasn’t waiting to be hurt. He was pulling the plug on this, here and now.
“Then we are at the end of our path as a couple,” Tommy said. “Unless you’re willing to understand that I don’t like the idea of you being that close to your ex…and that I have to work as A COP…”
Gene held firm.
“Okay then, Tommy. Remember this was your decision. You broke up with me. All I wanted was to postpone the wedding until we worked this out.”
And with that, Gene grabbed his gun, tucked it into his holster, and clipped that to his jeans.
Then, he walked out.
Away from the man he’d wanted to marry.
And into the unknown.
All Gene knew was he wasn’t going to stay here and watch Tommy die like Preston did.
Fuck that.
And honestly…fuck New Orleans too.
Chapter Two
Downstairs
Kitchen
Morning Meeting
Chartres Street
T here was one thing that was for damn sure in the city. The grind didn’t stop. You had to keep going, even if you weren’t quite sure what it was you were fighting. New Orleans had taught them that.
If you looked away from the finish line, even for a second, you were bound to get blindsided by something.
It happened time and time again.
For now, they had one thing in their focus.
The Russians who were heading to New Orleans, and the fact that Artemis Dubois had bought up all the mercenaries and guns she could.
Why was the question.
Only, there was no answer to it yet.
Everything they were finding out seemed to only give them more questions.
It was as if they were being left in the dark.
Well, they’d been in worse positions before. For now, it was time to get to work.
They needed to be focused on their longevity, and as Maura knew, they were likely losing two of their team. Gene and Tommy wanted out, and who were they to stop them?
