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Damnit, I need to get to her. My eyes flick to the door, but two of Raven’s men have already migrated there. My gaze snags on Wilson again.

Eight.

“Is this a friend of yours, Liam?” Raven continues.

I don’t react. Instead, I back up, placing space between Wilson and me, and look at Darrin. He looks … sad. Betrayed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I reach behind me.

“Don’t even think about it,” one of Raven’s men says from beside me.

Seven.

“Tell them. Tell them who you are, Liam. I’ve had men on you since your bother came to me with his predicament.”

My nostrils flare. He did? Was I too distracted to notice a tail while meeting with Wilson?

“Leave my brother out of this.”

Six.

Trip laughs. “Liam? A mole? He’s one of the six, been here for years. Darrin are you really letting this man take over?”

Darrin crosses his arms, eyes moving over to the wall to ignore Trip’s question.

Blitz frowns at his leader’s response and he pulls his pistol from his back. He moves to Wilson, aiming the gun at the backof his head. Wilson blinks several more times. I freeze, watching Blitz snicker. “If you’re not one of them, Liam, then you won’t mind if I kill Mr. Agent here, would you?”

Five.

“You’d kill him before getting any information? Just to see if I flinch, Blitz? Come on, you know me better than that.”

Blitz scowls. “You were always too much of a prick, but that doesn’t answer my question. If the death of this one here”—he taps on Wilson’s temple with the barrel of this gun—“doesn’t tempt you enough, what about your sweet wife?”

Four.

“Perhaps I should go get her and have her persuade you to answer. I’ve always wanted my hands on the woman.”

“I’ll kill you before you could lay a finger on her,” I say.

Blitz laughs. “Oh, Liam, you’ve got it bad.” He cocks his gun and I snap, reaching behind me for my weapon.

“Don’t.” Darrin’s voice is smooth and unaffected—a warning. It’s then the three barrels come into focus in my peripheral—guns ready to fire.

Three.

I fist my pistol at my side, each breath turning out faster than the last.

Fleur.

Two.

Damn. I love her, and I wish I’d told her.

Blitz tightens his finger over the trigger and Wilson’s blinking finally stops, eyes closing as his body shakes in fear. I lurch forward, and Blitz takes his eyes off Wilson for a second. That’s all I need.

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Chapter 43

Fleur

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