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“Maybe.”
“I had words with your unmasked friend.”
I almost drop my glass.
“Your description and the CCTV footage Jac has…we know who he is.” Hendrick pauses as their men move to different positions. Jac’s big giant, Carlos, covers the door, and I mean covers. And Hendrick’s pulls shut the shades on the balcony.
It doesn’t exactly fill me with anything like peace or joy.
“Or, we knew who he was.” Hendrick looks over at Jac. “He’s also worked for Kincaid, but if he was with this, then he didn’t know.”
“You sure?” Jac asks.
“As much as I can. He’s never been high up. He’s middle henchman with a brain.” Hendrick smiles, and I shiver because if ever a smile came straight from the dark and cold parts of hell, it’s that one. “Or he did.”
“Can someone tell me what the fuck’s going on?” Harry says, and he hooks a thumb at Carlos. “For a giant, he’s good company, but he didn’t tell me a thing.”
“He doesn’t know much, and if he did…he wouldn’t.” Jac shrugs, eyes Harry, and pours whiskey into a glass and hands it to her. “He’s fucking loyal.”
“You’re all fucking ass wipes.” But she takes the drink and flops into an armchair.
“Talk before I fucking lose my patience.”
I breathe out. “The one Jac killed? He told me I had two weeks to find five pieces of jewelry, including the Heart of DarkDesires. They’ll contact me, and I have to call in every time I find one.
“I have the two weeks to find them, deliver them or they’ll kill you all.”
“We’re fucking Quinate,” Jac says, topping up his rum, even though he only had a couple of sips.
“That why you asked, Magdalena?” Hendrick asks quietly. “Are you trying to work out what your best deal is?”
The blood in me goes cold and sluggish as I’m rooted to the spot. “What the fuck?”
“I’m asking because it seems there’s a belief, a rumor that’s hiding in the dark, and with this fucking idiotic battle over the fucking necklace—”
“I’ll take it, then,” says Jac.
“—someone’s taken note and made a move. I don’t think you’re in with them, but are you against them?” Hendrick continues.
“What do you think?” I approach him, fury sparking inside.
He stares down at me, and for perhaps the first time I can see, truly see, exactly how deadly he is. Because he’s looking at me like he’d kill me, casually wipe the blood off his hands and then sit down for a drink as if I meant nothing at all.
The ice and lack of emotion or anything else is absolutely frightening.
And a turn on.
Fucked up, I know, but this is pure power, and it seems I get hot for pure power. But when it’s aimed at me with deadly intent…
“It’s why I’m asking, Magdalena.”
“Hendrick.” Damon’s voice is in the background, and I note the warning, but Hendrick doesn’t step back. Even though other voices, including Harry’s kick up, I don’t really hear them.
“The answer’s I’m mercenary, and I’ll do what it takes to live.” I take a breath. “But it seems we’re all in this together. And if it’s true, that someone can take on or take over the Quinate, then I think I prefer the old adage, better the devil you know.”
“Do you think they can do that?” he asks.
“I think that they think they can, Hendrick,” I say. “And that puts us in danger. Puts Harry in danger. Maybe even you and Jac.”
