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“Well, Bo does. Where’s his phone?”

I lifted one of the two phones sitting in my lap. “Right here.”

She stared at me, and I stared right back.

Finally, she asked, “You didn’t think to use his phone to call me?”

“She probably doesn’t have his passcode,” Zaccai cut in with a smirk.

I ignored him and didn’t bother to answer his mother. It was taking all my strength not to snap both their necks.

“I’m Ray Nation, Memphis’s brother-in-law,” came out of nowhere.

I glanced at Ray to see the glare he was shooting at Zaccai, who undoubtedly knew him. Zaccai still worked for The Agency, and I could see the absolute lust for power in his eyes now that his brother was down. He had me fucked up if he thought he was going to usurp my dominion.

Zaccai looked at Ray and led his mother away from us as she tried to say something else to me.

“You know Zaccai?” I asked Ray.

“He definitely knows me. I recognize his voice. He was my handler.”

So that’s what Bo had him doing? Damn, he didn’t even put him in administration, but then again, I was sure he didn’t trust Zaccai enough to give him a more elevated role.

Ray and I sat there in silence for a long while before he spoke again. “My money is on Zaccai being behind this.”

With my eyes fixed on the clock again, I said, “Same. I just need proof. I don’t wanna spill the wrong blood.”

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He was out of surgery and on his way to the surgical ICU, according to the doctor, who also said things looked good. Barring some unforeseen complications, Bo was expected to make a full recovery. He was on a ventilator, but they were looking to start weaning him off it. Motherfucker was too damn evil to die.

Good. If him dying wouldn’t be a worry, I’d have the bandwidth to kill Zaccai.

“So, he can have visitors?” Tavares asked.

I frowned, glancing at him to see concern in his eyes. Shit, maybe hedidcare about his father.

Nah.

“After they get him settled, they’ll come out to the ICU waiting area and let you all know,” the doctor replied.

I thanked him, and Ray and I made our way up to that waiting room.

My ass had barely hit the seat when Bo’s mother appeared before me…again. Ray was in the restroom, so I supposed she thought she was safe with just me.

That’s craaaaazy.

Without an invitation, she took the seat next to mine.

Sighing, I said, “Look?—”

With lifted hands, she declared, “I come in peace. I apologize for the way I behaved earlier. I was worried about my son, and you were sitting there looking nonchalant. I think I forgot what kind of woman you are.”

I looked at her. “And what kind of woman is that? Before you answer, just know I don’t need a gun to fuck you up, and yes, I will fight an old bitch.”

She blinked a few times before saying, “Tough. You’re tough. You’re also mean, and I suppose those attributes are what attracted my son to you. You are honestly a lot like me.”

“No…I’m a lot of things, but I’m not evil. Sorry.”

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