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Hans holds his jacket open farther, for only our table to see, showing us three more grenades hanging from inside his shirt.

King stills his movement.

“That’s the man who saved us.” Val tugs on my arm.

All eyes turn to her.

She doesn’t look scared of him at all. Doesn’t look the least bit nervous that he’s covered in explosives.

“What are you talking about?” I ask her.

She points to Hans. “That’s the man who treated your bullet wounds. He’s the one who saved our lives.”

Now all eyes turn to Hans.

He dips his chin to my wife. “It was my pleasure.”

“What do you want?” I grit out. If this is true, and I know it is, I owe this man.

And I don’t want to owe this man.

“Like I said, I just want a chat.” His stance is casual. “It’s come to my attention that you’re all under the false assumption that I do bad things.” He tips his head. “Okay, well, I do some bad things, but only to bad people. I’m not the man you’re looking for.”

“No?” I ask, because he’s right. We all do believe that he’s the man behind the new human trafficking ring. Because his name always comes up. “Then who the fuck are you?”

“I’m no one.” He takes a step back. “Just a man seeking vengeance.”

He takes another step back, lowering his jacket to hide his collection of grenades before he turns and disappears through the kitchen.

Silence reigns over the table until Savannah breaks it. “Uh, who the hell was that?”

I relax against the seat, putting my arm back around Valentine’s shoulders. “Apparently, no one.” Then I point to the plate of spring rolls Hans left on the table. “Someone pass that here. My wife is eating for two, and I mean to feed her.”

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