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I glared at Peter. “How could you betray me like this? I trusted you. I believed in you.” Anger shook my voice. “Do you even have a sick wife?”
He just stared at me.
I’d take that as a no.
“Look,” I swiped my tongue over my cracked lips, “I don’t have any money and I don’t have any connections. Whatever you need, you can’t get it from me.”
The woman folded slender arms over her chest. Her nails were neatly manicured. French tips. “That’s too bad. I guess we should just kill you then.”
Peter smirked, as if he’d enjoy that.
Horror formed a lump in my throat. My stomach roiled. If I didn’t get a handle on my nerves, I’d throw up all over that pretty outfit of hers. “T-that’s not what I meant. If we could just talk this through, I’m sure we can work something out.”
The woman bent over my chair and brought her face close to mine. “How brave.” She slid a fingernail over my cheek. “You know nothing, Angel.”
“What are you talking about? What don’t I know?”
“Who I am. Who Deacon really is.”
“He’s the owner of Belizean Cigar in San Pedro.”
“He’s so much more than that.” Her heels clicked against the tiles as she walked in front of me.
“By any chance,” I gulped, “are you Rhia?”
Her eyes flickered.
I knew I’d hit the truth. “You are.”
“Deacon mentioned me?” She seemed mildly surprised.
“Not really.”
“Sounds like him. He’s never one to show his hand.”
“That day in the hotel room,” I paused, “did you two…?” I couldn’t even finish. What a stupid question. I’d been kidnapped and my life was at stake. Why did it matter if she and Deacon had hooked up on his business trip?
Peter barked out a laugh. “She wishes.”
Rhia slanted him a look and he quieted immediately. She turned to me. “Deacon and I are… old friends. He was an operative in our organization, the best in the field.”
“An operative?”
“A mercenary.”
I choked. “A what?”
“Like Peter,” she gestured to her henchman, “he infiltrated the target’s life, made himself trustworthy and betrayed them. Mission after mission.”
“You’re saying… Deacon is a killer.” I couldn’t breathe.
“Exactly.” She smiled like I would at one of my students when they got the right answer. “He always got his target. It’s that charming face of his.” She sighed. “Women want him and men want to be like him. He was easy to trust.”
I couldn’t breathe.
A killer. Deacon’s a murderer.
“He retired when Reid was born,” Rhia added. “A tragedy. I’m trying to make things right.”
