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She pulls my face to hers and kisses me so sweetly, it takes all my self-control not to leave with them, but as I pull away, I stroke her beautiful face and whisper, “I promise. Let me tie things up here and I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
Almost before I finish my sentence, one of my cars screeches to a halt and two of my men jump out and hold open the door. Faith’s eyes are wide as they step inside, but I’m guessing Jonny has seen this all before judging from the resignation in his eyes.
Yes. I know the Twisted Reapers, and it’s not worth my life to fuck with them. They are the good guys, and I am not and taking them on would mean the end for me and I know it. I am more than happy to let them watch over my wife, knowing she is protected against any shit that is sure to head our way.
* * *
I watchthem leave and as we cross the street, Saint says in a low voice, “Everything went as planned. Your father was the only casualty. The bomb exploded the minute he opened the car door, taking him out.”
As I think about the hit we organized, I’m happy it went off smoothly. The plan was to swap his car license plate with mine and wire it up before bringing it around. The cameras will pick up my registration and believe it was an assassination attempt on me. My father would be so incensed when he left my office, he wouldn’t be concentrating and the fact the street was empty and there was no driver wouldn’t even cross his mind.
As soon as he opened the door, it was wired to explode, taking him out in a cruel twist of fate. The story that will hit the press is that I was the intended victim, and he was the unlucky one who was being given a ride home after visiting his loving son.
Now I must go through the motions and play the grieving son, knowing that Gabriella will send me the name of the man I want within four hours, or go to prison for life.
* * *
After endless questionsand many condolences, I am alone with Saint in my office that was put back together before I returned. It’s not the first time I’ve vented my anger and Saint arranged for it to be cleaned up.
The detective has left, and I exhale slowly, “What a fucking day.”
Saint nods. “Are you okay, Kill?”
He appears concerned and I nod, glad I have someone on my side who I trust. Saint has been my number two since we were small boys passing through school together, and I trust him with my life.
“I was so scared I’d lost her, Saint.”
I show rare emotion and he nods, a grim expression on his face.
“And your father?”
He stares at me with concern because we both know I ordered the hit on my own father, and it doesn’t get more fucked up than that.
“He was a traitor. He turned against us, and my grandfather had word he was going to do the same to us, one by one. Clear the way for him to take over and wipe out his own family in the process.”
“Now I understand.”
Saint shakes his head and nods toward the decanter of bourbon on the side.
“May I?” He raises his eyes and I nod.
“We need a bottle each after today.”
As he pours the drinks, he asks, “The cops. What’s the plan?”
“Detective Conway is handling it.”
“Does he know what to do?”
“Of course. He told me it will be reported as an assassination attempt on my life and my father inadvertently got in the way. All we need now is that fucking name, and then we can turn our attention to the organ grinder.”
He hands me the glass just as my phone lights up with an incoming text, and noting Gabriella’s name, I say darkly, “I wonder if it’s who I think it is.”
As I open the text, one name stares at me from the screen and I shake my head.
I hand it to Saint, who whistles out loud.
“Do you believe her?”
