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“Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night?” I asked, getting really pissed off now. “Is that how you justify what happened with Asher?”
“Asher knew what he was getting into. Cash tried to talk him out of it, and he still accepted the job. That’s not on me.”
“He was too fucking young for that job!” I shouted. “You never should have put him in the middle of The Syndicate!”
Rafe was around the desk in two seconds, his knife pressed to my throat. But I didn’t flinch. If he wanted to kill me, he wouldn’t have let me on this ship. Hell, he wouldn’t be staring at me with that uncertainty in his eyes. He knew he fucked up with Asher, but Rafe never admitted to any of his mistakes.
“If I were you, I’d watch what I say next.”
“Yeah? Are you gonna kill me the way you got Asher’s wife killed?”
“Asher got her killed. He fucking knew she needed help, and he did nothing.”
“He was dealing with a job that was too big for him. You sent him in with two fucking guys to have his back while he dealt with one of the most ruthless men in The Syndicate.”
“What do you know of it?” he sneered.
“Unlike you, the men I work with trust me,” I spat. “And the minute he walked away, we all knew why. Let’s say it was a lesson to all of us.”
“He walked away because he couldn’t handle the job. I should have fucking known better.”
“He walked away because working with you cost him everything,” I hissed. “Do you even care that a woman died?”
He took a step back from me, his knife falling to his side. “There’s the job and only the job. That’s the way it is in this business.”
“Is that why you’ve left Jack rotting in prison so long? The job isn’t finished?”
“Who says I had anything to do with that?” he scoffed.
“Please. Do you really expect us to believe that Jack just decided to murder a cop after suddenly becoming a junkie? This has you written all over it.”
“Jack is doing his fucking job,” he finally admitted.
“He’s wasting away in prison. And for what? What is it you’re after?”
“That’s between me and Jack.”
I caught IKE’s smirk out of the corner of my eye. “What?”
“Nothing,” IKE shook his head. “This dynamic…it’s interesting.”
“The only dynamic between us is hatred. Before you agree to anything Rafe wants, just remember, he left his own brother to rot in enemy hands while he took his place in the company.”
“I saved his life.”
“You refused to ask for help,” I argued. “It doesn’t matter how you cut it, Rafe. You don’t trust anyone, and because of that, other people die.”
“Get the fuck out of my office!”
“Where’s FNG?”
“He’s not one of my men. Last I heard, he blew up. Sounds like his luck finally ran out.”
I searched for any sign that he was lying, but Rafe was hard to read. Even this whole back and forth with me, it was all a show for IKE. He wasn’t normally this argumentative. He wanted IKE to see him as human. I laughed to myself, knowing there was no point in even continuing this with him.
I turned back to IKE. “What you see right now isn’t the real Rafe. He doesn’t have a heart. He doesn’t fucking care about anyone but the endgame. He sacrificed his own man, a man who had been loyal to him for years, all so he could get in further with The Syndicate.”
One final glance at Rafe, I could see the truth shining in his eyes. Cold, dead…utterly ruthless. There would only ever be one person in this world he would actually be honest with, and even that depended on the day.
