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And I will.

I’d assumed we’d take out Lenkov first, then I’d focus on Big Al before marrying Lettie. Although I still believe the third should wait so nothing hangs over her head to dampen her memories, I’m convinced I should flip-flop the first two.

Holding back until Big Al was in the head space to receive news of this magnitude got me into this mess. How can I fix that? Especially if he’s not ready to listen?

Every chance I’ve had to sit with him about the Lettie bombshell has gone as bad as I always feared it would. He always brushes me aside.

I need to figure out a way to change that. An ever-growing part of me believes he wants to fix things between us; however, a larger part believes I’m not worth it for him.

And I hate that part of me.

All of this shit will have to wait a few more hours, though.

There’s a demon out there who needs to atone for his sins.And with my Redleg family, I’ll deliver him to his judgment day.

Chapter 9

Sexy military shit

LETTIE

Welp. They’re out there. A whole team of them. Tomer included.

Hunting the man who spiked my drink, hauled me out of a bar, and attempted to destroy me with his vile friends.

Attempted.

Didn’t succeed.

Mia and Klein stayed behind to do... whatever it is they do from headquarters. I’m here in the lair with them, where I’ll be safe and sound.

The lair. Such a silly name, mysterious and diabolical. I wonder if Tomer came up with it.

To me, the space resembles something more like mission control. The monitors, covering an entire wall, provide a bird’s eye view of the op—that’s what everyone keeps calling it.Theop. And they aren’t bodyguards right now; they’re operatives or operators.Ooh la la.

It’s like I’ve entered the inner sanctum or got plopped onto the set of an action movie.

Mia and Klein are positioned at their respective workstations, flipping through various screens and toggling between camera views. Before they left, Tomer and his badass buddies suited up with bulletproof vests, weapons, body cams, and headsets. We could hear them earlier, but now it’s like watching a silent film. I suspect Mia has their audio muted or the volume turned low.

“The team is ten mikes out, Aaron. Prepare to launch the drone.”

That’s another fun word I learned. Mikes means minutes in hot guy military speak.

If Tomer says that in front of me, I’ll probably fall to my knees in front of him with my mouth open and hair tied back.

And they’re using a drone, huh? This is so damn exciting. My knee is going for the world record in bouncing.

I watch with the wide-eyed fascination of a child walking down the stairs on Christmas morning. Sadly, the drone’s lift-off is anti-climactic, so my attention redirects to the body cam footage from theoperativesin the SUVs.Giggle.

Boss Dad was in here until a few moments ago when he ran out to take an important call. I expect he’ll be back any minute. He wasn’t thrilled with my decision to watch the capture.

Peggy told me it wouldn’t be the first time a loved one watched an op from the safety of the lair. Then she twinkled her eyes at me, blinking about a hundred times in three seconds like she was physically trying to send her message to me via the breeze she made with her lashes. Pretty sure that was her way of ensuring I didn’t try to go on the op.

Message received.

Rather than asking Tomer for permission to view from the lair, I told him goodbye, kissed him, and drooled over how sexy he looked in his tough guy clothes. He said it wastactical attire. Another fun phrase.

Hot as hell is what it is. Made me wanna play a little bam-bam in the ham with him before he left. Unfortunately, my ham was left uncooked due to time constraints.

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