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“It could be a trap, Angel,” I remind her.

“I don’t think so. He was so lovely to me when we met in Central Park. Besides, he’s alone. And I don’t know. I kind of think Vlad is a man of his word. I don’t think he’s here to start something.”

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this, but it’s your call, Jessie. You want to hear what he has to say?” Shane frowns at her.

“I have to, Shane,” she says with a shake of her head. “For him to come all the way here?”

Shane sits back and rubs a hand over his jaw before he glances at me. I nod at him because Jessie is right. There is no way we can turn him away when he has something important to tell her.

“You’d better go let our guest in then,” Shane says to Mikey with an arch of one eyebrow.

Five minutes later, the head of the Bratva is sitting at our dining table eyeing the remainder of our Thanksgiving feast, but as we’re not sure yet why he’s even here, he hasn’t been afforded any of our Irish hospitality.

Jessie sits between me and Liam, while Mikey stands behind us and Shane sits to our left. He leans back in his chair, allowing Jessie to do the talking.

“What did you need to speak to me about, Vlad?” she asks.

He glances between me and my brothers, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“You can talk in front of them. We have no secrets,” she says as she leans forward, resting her arms on the table and I realize she would have made an excellent head of the Bratva. She is tougher than anyone else I know.

Vlad clears his throat before he leans forward too. He seems like he’s going to speak, but then he just stares at her and I sense Liam getting twitchy in his seat beside me.

“You look so much like your mother,” he finally says.

I hear the breath catch in Jessie’s throat, and it makes me wonder whether Vlad has a game plan here. Is he trying to endear to him, or throw her off by mentioning her mom right now?

His eyes dart around the room before he focuses on Jessie. “I’ve been hearing rumors for a while. I didn’t speak of it when we last met, because they were just rumors, and I prefer to deal in facts. But now I have proof, and I thought you should be the first to know.”

Jessie visibly trembles in her seat and I take hold of her hand and squeeze reassuringly, although my own anxiety levels have just ratcheted up several notches too.

“Proof of what?” she asks, and the tremor in her voice is clearly audible.

Vlad’s Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he swallows, and I know what he’s going to say before he opens his mouth, and I’m pretty sure Jessie does too.

Despite that, it still hits me like a truck when he speaks. “The Wolf. He’s back.”

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Jessie

Adrenaline courses around my body and blood thunders in my ears as I sit at the dining table trying to process the information I’ve just been given.

The Wolf is back.

Conor rests a reassuring hand on my thigh, while Liam places one on my shoulder as they sit either side of me. We have just finished our ‘Thanksgiving in July’ dinner, but the celebrations have now come to an abrupt halt.

I’m vaguely aware of the Ryan brothers talking to Vlad, the head of the Bratva, and the man who’s just brought my world crashing down around me. Suddenly, their voices seem so far away. The room is spinning and the air has become thick and cloying, making it difficult to swallow. I reach for my throat as I gasp for breath. Something is happening. Has Vlad somehow poisoned me? Is he really working for the Wolf?

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