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If she’s holed up, fine, if she ran…
Even better.
Our thief’s better off. And our deal over her? A pipe dream.
“What pisses me off is having to fucking sit here, doing nothing,” Jac growls low. “And if they fucking so much as think of touching her…”
He doesn’t finish. I know exactly what he’ll do.
Jac, for all his dick moves, for all his over the top, in your face, childish fucking hate, is in love. And like me, he’ll fucking rip apart anyone who dares lay a finger on Magdalena.
We’ve already done it, but like this, now he’s gotten more of a taste of her, he’s sitting here, trapped, and he’s thinking of what she went through.
I have to think of the situation in the terms of what Jac feels.
Because I don’t think I can hang onto my famed ice-cold control when it comes to her for long, not if I let myself sink down into what’s raging and boiling in me.
“Jac,” I say. “Keep it together.”
I can’t tell him that Maximo—because I discussed this with him at the real emergency meeting, when we told them what was going on and set everything up—is getting Cat. Getting her and keeping her under his watch. There’s a second tracker in the arm band, so they’ll find her. If she hasn’t taken it off.
And when they have her, they’ll keep her safe.
I need to believe that. I have to.
Jac’s girl watching Harry should know soon. Then Damon and Carlos. Ben the driver.
Fuck. Surely one of them—including the fucking Quinate—will be able to keep one jewel thief out of fucking trouble.
“Sorry if I’m not made of fucking ice,” Jac says.
I close my eyes a moment. Kincaid’s headed back up the stairs and voices come down them, but I can’t make out individual words I know the voice, but I can’t quite place it.
Someone I know, but not well?
I glance at Jac. His glower’s dark thunderstorms, but he shakes his head slightly. “You got my sister killed. If you do the same with—”
“Really Jac? This now? Maybe finding out Lili didn’t actually want my father tipped him over the edge. I don’t fucking know. He was a prick.”
“You didn’t want me to kill him?”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Jac. You’re a hotheaded asshole. Like the fucker you killed when we rescued Cat, you killed my father instead of taking your time and torturing him.”
“Right, just like you did in retaliation with mine.”
My heart squeezes painfully. “Want to know why you think I’m boring? I don’t need to be a peacock, Jac. I kill. And I take my time. I slide in and get everything I need and want all while making it last. So I’d never just kill your father like you did mine. It’s too fucking quick.”
“So you say.”
His pain batters me. Not over losing his father—no one can ever convince me he liked the prick—but for Lili. To him, I can see it feeling unfair that I’d do that after my family took his beloved sister. I didn’t, though. Didn’t lay a finger on him.
“Jac?”
He gives me a hate-filled glare.
“Who wanted your father dead?”
“You.”
