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“Did you know who she was?” they all ask in unison.
I answer each of their questions. “No, I had no idea who she was until after we slept together and became athing.”
“Kacey, you are a fucking agent and she knows who you are. How the fuck did that happen?” Xavier is right to sound concerned.
“She overheard me on the phone to my handler. She wanted to kill me but…” I let my sentence trail off.
“But she was in love with you and couldn’t bring herself to kill you, even though that is what her family would have expected her to do.” I nod. Ro whistles before carrying on. “Her helping you puts a target on her back from her family.”
“I know,” I grit out. I don’t know how she is going to save my family without outing herself to her family, but call me crazy and all that, but I trust her to get them to safety.
“You still have feelings for her, don’t you?” Benny phrases it as a question, but it’s not.
“I fell in love with her and somehow I just never fell out of love with her,” I answer honestly. There is no point in denying it. She hates me and with good reason, but I could never hate her. I hate myself for hurting her and causing her pain. We pull up to the pier, I park the car and sit here for a moment just staring at her standing at the end of the dock. The lone lamppost shines down on her, casting her in an angelic image. Sighing I climb out of the car as the guys follow after me. At the sound of our approach, she spins around.
“The fuck?” she snarls as she draws her gun and aims it us. My boys pull their guns and aim at her, without thinking I lurch in front of her and shield her with my body as I turn to face my friends, ready to shout at them to drop their guns but freeze when I see Vincent Murelo standing behind Ro and Benny with a gun in each hand pressed to the back of their heads.
“Think really hard about your next move,” Vincent grits out. My boys look to me for guidance, I give them a stiff nod. The three of them slowly sheath their weapons and raise their hands as they step to the side. I move to stand with them and Vincent stands beside his daughter, who is currently glaring at me. This is my first encounter with Vincent and I’ll admit it takes every ounce of my self-control not to stare at him. This man has taken more lives than I care to think of, and the fact he stands before us is kind of an… honor. The agent in me wants to demand he raise his hands and read him his rights, but the brother of Marcus Vaughn wants to beg him for his help.
“Who the fuck are they?” Chanel snarls.
“We’ve met before, sweetheart,” Romeo says. I fight not to roll my eyes when Chanel scoffs.
“Who the fuck are they?” she asks again.
“Ro and Xav are cops. Benny is my partner,” I answer.
“Why are they here?” Vincent asks.
“Because I trust them. They are here to help me find my brother's killer. No offense, but I don’t need to explain shit to you,” I snap. Chanel’s brows raise to her hairline at my outburst.
“Yet you feel the need to explain yourself to my daughter. Why is that?” I gulp loudly as I shoot a look at Chanel, gauging how to answer that one. Her father may know she is working for the FBI but I have no idea if he knows how deep my relationship with his daughter is. The sound of my phone ringing breaks the tension-filled silence. I pull it from my pocket and glare at the name flashing before me. I answer without overthinking it.
“Owen,” I snap in lieu of a greeting.
“What the fuck happened at the prison?” he shouts.
My restraint snaps. “You mean how the fuck was my brother murdered? When I told you he was compromised and you promised to have him moved to solitary?”
“I did place the fucking call! As soon as I got off the phone with you, I rang Quintin and told him. He assured me that Marcus would be moved and then transported to the prison in Alabama.” My eyes seek out Chanel on their own accord. The moment our eyes lock, I feel like a haze of fog has been lifted and I can finally think clearly since Benny delivered the news about Marcus.
I keep my eyes on her as I answer my boss. “I’m taking leave to deal with shit–”
“Don’t do anything stupid, Vaughn. It isn’t worth it—” I end the call, not wanting to hear the rest of his bullshit story.
“If you’re taking leave, who is going to destroy the files and evidence you have against my family?” She spears me with a look of warning, as she can read my mind and knows without a doubt something has changed inside me.
“I swear to you, I will burn every file and any information about you and your family—”
Vincent cuts in before I can finish. “You make this promise, but you had no trouble forcing my daughter to turn against her family using images of my fucking wife!” he roars. Vincent is a big fucker and I’ll admit he carries an edge of darkness with him that has me feeling slightly on edge.
“I never sent her those pictures. I swear to you, I would never use such disgusting means to flip her.” He eyes me questioningly, so I push on. “Those images of your wife were obtained by our boss. Chance Bennett had a mole inside the Bureau and I think whoever the mole is, was the one to send those images to my boss. I pulled every string I had to make sure I was the one handling Chanel.”
“Handling my daughter, huh?” I balk at my error and shake my head while ignoring my friends who snicker behind me. I shoot the three dickheads a glare that has them snapping their mouths closed and face Vincent.
“It’s not what you think—”
“So you have never done anything toward my daughter?” Chanel closes her eyes and shakes her head clearly just as uncomfortable about this conversation as I am.
