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“You’re a pain in the fucking ass when you’re bored.” Hendrick opens the mini bar and pours me a drink, rum, like I moved to drinking today. Then he makes some kind of whiskey-based cocktail for MG and pours himself a Hibiki whiskey. “You’re always a fucking pain, but when you’re bored, Jac, you’re worse.”
MG clasps her drink. “Who was the guy? In the hotel. That you killed.”
“Why the fuck do you care?” I ask.
She glances at Hendrick, but he’s stone, and not about to help. In this Hendrick and I are on the same side. We want answers.
We both want the Heart of Dark Desires she apparently stole under both our noses, too.
“You killed him, Jac. He kidnapped me.”
“He worked for the people who had you kidnapped,” Hendrick says. “Subtle but important difference.”
“Got any cocaine?” I ask suddenly.
Hendrick just raises a brow.
“Right now, I could break my own rules and hoover up a fat line. It’s been fucking years.”
“No offense, Jac,” he says, “but I don’t want to see you fucked up on coke.”
“Offense taken.” But really, I haven’t done it since I can’t remember when. It just seemed… Stupid. I down my drink, get up, and grab the bottle then sit again. “Booze’ll do.”
“The man’s a for hire,” I go one after a second.
“Jac.” There’s a warning in Hendrick’s voice. “Fuck, Jac, I know you’ve got an idea about who’s behind this.”
“Just I know Kincaid wants more than what we’ve given him, and he doesn’t really know the plan.” I nod at him and take a swallow from the bottle. “That and I got a note, and you didn’t.”
MG’s silent, still, paying complete attention.
“Why you?” he asks me. “We’re all Quinate.”
“You’re so fucking boring and staid that Kincaid wouldn’t dream of going through you.” I give him a look loaded with loathing.
Hendrick doesn’t bite. “I’m not the only other Quinate.”
“Who’s Kincaid?” MG pauses. “Why would he try and use you, send you a note, and why would he take me?”
“Kester Kincaid’s the worst kind of lowlife.” Hendrick tops up his drink, nods to hers, and she just smiles. Just a small little turn of her lips for the asshole, and it slices cold into my guts. “He’s a gunrunner but wants to expand. The usual boring shit that the power hungry like. I don’t know if he took you.”
“But?” she asks.
I sigh.
Hendrick waves a hand in the air as we continue to tour Delacroix. “But Kincaid sees Jac as a weak and corrupt link. And like any lowlife with not that much brain, he’s probably thinking he can pit us against each other. If it’s him.”
“If,” I say.
“But you’re Quinate.” She looks at me, and then Hendrick. “Untouchable. Aren’t you?”
I sit up and give Hendrick a sharp look before I set my gaze on her. “Now why would you ask that? Unless you know something?”
She snaps her mouth shut, and fuck, if it isn’t the prettiest mouth made for kissing and cock that I’ve ever seen. But I’m not letting it distract me.
“They didn’t just go to the effort of pissing us the fuck off and take you, drug you, and put a tracker in you for fun,” I say. “Not even for the Heart of Dark Desires.”
“Which you don’t have,” Hendrick adds. “Apparently.”
