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“You rang?” he chides me, sounding bored.
I’m about to wake him the fuck up. “Get into that hook-up app right now.”
He just exhales, no longer arguing with me. “I’m in.”
“Go to Jillian’s profile. Someone is sending her messages as me.”
“You?”
“The fake profile. Johnny B. Goode. Someone lured her to a strip club. Who the fuck is it?”
“I need a few minutes.” Balor ends the call, before I start screaming.
The Nav screen leads me to The Candy Store where I spot Jillian’s car. I block it in, so she won’t be able to leave without me.
From the back of my rental SUV, I take out my Smith and Wesson, and stick it in my jacket’s side pocket. I couldn’t bring it into the District Attorney’s office building. The ghost gun I bought to kill Cormac’s supplier was destroyed right after the kill.
I’m steps from the main entrance of the club when my phone rings.
“Talk to me, Balor.”
“Where are you?” he says, sounding panicked.
“About to step inside the club. Why?”
“I traced the IP of that other profile.” The dread in his voice stops me in my tracks.
“Yeah?”
“It came from the Millennium Plaza. The penthouse. It’s the Borgia Underboss. And he owns The Candy Store.”
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
Jillian
After Eoghan left Daniel’s office, the meeting with my brother consisted of a terse and shame-inducing update on our mother, excluding how Eoghan is paying for everything.
I also didn’t address his accusation I’m sleeping with Eoghan. It’s none of his business.
When I asked Daniel what he planned to do about the dead witnesses, he sat down and said he’d assign investigators to confirm the death certificates which listed natural causes. That explains why they never showed up as murder victims, and why no one cross-matched them to our investigation.
I wanted to argue for the case, since it was the reason I agreed to be used as a courier. But I know Eoghan expects me to quit and go to New York with him. Tonight. I want that, too, but if I’m assigned, I won’t pass up this career opportunity.
Plus, I have my mother to worry about. Surely, he’ll understand.
Eoghan is my future. I know it. We’ll figure it out. I hope he’s a long-distance-relationship kind of guy. I have too much vested in my work here right now, and though it would pain me, I’m willing to risk him thinking I’m not worth it.
We just met. I have the right to get my shit together and tie up loose ends before running off to be his arm-candy. What else does he want me for? We never talked beyond me being his.
Then these crazy texts from Johnny came in, and I’ve been a wreck ever since. It’s stolen my focus and maybe my good sense because here I am…walking into The Candy Store.
No mask.
No problem.
I consider knowing what Johnny looks like after today works in my favor. He has to know that, too, and I feel confident he doesn’t want to hurt me.
He said he just wants one more time with me.
