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I push open my door, and Blaze does the same. I pull my Glock out and put a bullet through the front door to bust the lock open. Blaze shoves it the rest of the way open, and Michaels is walking into the living room with a cup of coffee in hand. His eyes are as wide as saucers, and his face is pale.
“I think it’s time we have a chat.” I motion with my Glock for him to sit down on the couch, and when he does, I sit in the chair directly in front of it with Blaze at my back. “I don’t think you quite understand what you’ve gotten yourself into here. You fucked up having me arrested. But you knew that, yes?” He subtly nods. “Now you work for me, or I can kill you where you sit. The choice is yours.”
“Work for you, how?”
“Let me let you in on a little secret,” Blaze says. “Carls has been working for Kane for years. But recently, he’s been letting the NYPD start breathing down our necks.” Blaze sits beside Michaels, and he shrinks against the side of the couch. “You can understand why we can’t have that. We need you to get Carls back on his leash.”
“I don’t even know if I have a job after you leaked those pictures!”
I wave my hand, swatting away that idea. “We have something to make sure that doesn’t happen. You just have to execute the rest.”
“What do you need?”
“A man named Saint will be contacting you within the next twenty-four hours. Do everything he says.”
“Okay.”
I stand up and move before he has a chance to react. I wrap my hand around his throat and squeeze until he chokes off a breath. “If you fuck me over again, I’ll string your body parts all over New York. Blaze took care of the last Captain, who made the same mistake you did which is the only reason Carls is where he’s at now. But for you? I’ll do it myself. You don’t want to find out what I’m capable of.” I drop my hand, step back, and adjust my suit jacket. “Now, who’s my mole?”
“I don’t know,” he croaks, rubbing his sore throat. “I didn’t even know you had one.”
“See, I think that’s a lie,” Blaze comments. “You know something.”
Michaels takes a shuddering breath. “All I know is the NYPD flipped someone, but I don’t know who it is.”
Blaze slaps him on the back so hard that it echoes around the room. “Maybe you should find out.” Michaels nods rapidly, making Blaze laugh. “See, I knew we could be friends.”
I tuck my Glock back in my holster. “Remember what I said about Saint, and the only reason you’re still alive is because I need you on the inside. The next time you won’t be so lucky. Let’s go, Blaze.”
We go back to the car, and Blaze heads toward the city. “You think he’ll be useful?”
“At least for now,” I answer. “When that usefulness wears out, then we can dispose of him. Carls will be next.”
Blaze’s phone starts ringing, Eli’s name flashing across the screen on the dash. He stabs the button on the steering wheel to answer. “Hey, Sweetheart.”
“We have a problem.” Blaze and I exchange a look. “I tried to talk to Jaxon, but he’s upset. He wants to leave and is really pissed that security won’t let him.”
“We’re on our way,” I say.
“Kane,” Elijah says quietly. “You can’t hold him here if he doesn’t want to be. He has to have a chance to breathe and think about what he’s getting into.”
“It’s not safe for him to be alone right now.”
“I get that, but if you hold him against his will, he’s just going to resent you. Jaxon is still very new to all of this, and then add on the fact that he just found out who you really are, it’s a lot to take in.”
“I can’t lose him.” That thought almost stops my heart. There’s always been a chance that Jaxon could walk away from me, but now that it’s almost a reality, it’s sending me into a panic. Something I’ve never felt before. My life has been built on control, and so much of it isn’t right now that I can feel it all slipping through my fingers. “The order still stands. He’s not to leave.”
“Kane—”
“What did I say,Dragotsenny?”
“Yes, King.”
The call disconnects, and Blaze hits the gas to get us home. He roars into the driveway, and I’m out of the car before he even shuts it off. Eli is pacing in the foyer, waiting when I walk in. “Where is he?”
“Your office. I told him not to go in there, but he wouldn’t listen.”
I’m walking away before he even finishes that sentence. When I barge into the office, Jaxon is sitting behind my desk, lost in thought. He looks up when he hears me, and I see the defiant look all over his face. “Litso kukly?”
