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“Or you plan to murder the Ex-Navy Seals that Bobby employs?” Burt chuckles as I pour peroxide on the back of my right hand. “Victor, shall I remind you, slaying a vicious snake isn’t so much a feat as keeping it alive.”

“How many are watching the Whitsons, now?”

“Three at a time.” Burt rubs his hands together, interest gleaming in his eyes. “I’ll wager, hand-to-hand combat—you and the likes of the three of them, Mister George included—they may bestyou.”

“ ‘Ello, you’re supposed to believe in me, you wanker!”

He snorts.

“Who took the jam out of your donut, mate?”

“You did, Victor.”

At that, we let out a round of worn laughter.

Burt’s amusement ends on a sigh.

“So,” he begins, “the two of us know you’ve not cared for a woman in ages.”

“Alright, bring on the blasted questions,” I grit, allowing him to apply the bandage to my hand.

“People who care for each other, Victor, make certain inquiries,” he snips, tugging the cloth. “That being said, it’s impossible for you to insert yourself in Luxury’s world. If you place her in yours, what are her chances of survival?”

I look at my tightly bound hand. There are so many dominating characters in England. They’d eat Lux alive. In return, I’d murder them all.

“She doesn’t fancy me in her life at the moment.”

“The second she calls, Victor?”

“You’ll have your bloody answer. Here,” I begin, filling both our glasses. Raising mine, I hiss, “I vow, if my Little One doesn’t seek or call me, I will acquiesce to her request. I will not seek her. I will not call her.”

Burt places his drink on the ledge.

“Drink up, mate.” I say, urging him on.

He mumbles about sleep beneath his breath. My mouth pinches as I gather he’s not confident I’ll stop tormenting her.

I pour myself another round, deliberating the same. The mobile specifically for X-Member use rings.

“Hello, Victor,” the representative says. “First, we appreciate your utilizing the proper channels to dispose of our fallen comrades.”

I snort.Our comrades.Detective Caruso’s only aware of Sidorov, the one unlucky wanker who shot Whitson, and the two detained by Bobby George’s team. All bets are off when a member is imprisoned.

“The funds have cleared our account. Those seventy-two-hour holds can be a doozy. Maybe in the future, when the tension has died down, you’ll return to the team, score a few more sniper world records, eh?”

“Fuck off.” I hang up.

X-Member is finally out of the way. Ironically, the program that nurtured my insatiable hunger, as well as introduced me to Luxury, is now out of my life. Maybe it was selfish of me to withhold Everhart’s identity, but I’ll make good on my promise when Lux is ready. And if she never calls, sharing this connection will be my way into her heart again.

For now, I’ll waita whilefor Luxury to see reason or the unveiling of Dr. Everhart. Either way, I will have her in my life.

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LUXURY

Visions of red . . . I saw crimson rage, death, darkness the day Victor Tudor ensnared me. All this time, I convinced myself that a subtle light emanated from him. I disregarded every sign that signified he was like the Russian, swathed in a more appealing package.

The constant drone of rain lulled me to sleep last night as I dreamed of blood.

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