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“Your birthday won’t matter. She’ll take you down for this. Dead or alive, I’m compromised because she has eyes and ears everywhere with the power she stole from Haines.”

Fallon held up a finger. “How did she steal from him?”

Allen sighed as blood kept dripping from his wound into the puddle below him. “Sex. Secret deals with other big families. You.”

“Me?”

“I don’t have all the details. I’m just one man.”

I couldn’t risk my protective position of her. Gesturing to Reaper, I made hand signals for him to search the place.

“Don’t worry,” I said, pulling Fallon back to my side. “I can figure those out.”

His eyes got bigger when he finally focused on my face. “The Vaughns? All you big families are all the same. Money. Power. Greed.”

I smiled. “You’re the same, too. How far did greed get you? What families?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know. Not my pay grade. Whatever you can find in my files is all I know. It’s bigger than Haines and his Rabbit. You’re up on the chopping block kid.”

Pulling Fallon behind me, I plugged her ears and held her head to my chest while Dave took care of it.

He heaved Allen onto the sheet and tied a zip tie around his neck. Suffocation wasn’t messy and gunshots were far too loud. He wrapped him up and surveyed the heavy man he’d have to drag out of here shortly.

“Boss, there’sa lotof files.”

“Get ‘em to me later,” I said, dragging Fallon out into the night.

?Chapter 42

Fallon

There wouldnotbe an end in sight for my insomnia and nausea. The internet would say I’m either pregnant or dying. I was neither. The third option: traumatized.

Reality wasn’t far away anymore. It was all too real and too close for comfort.

I still saw—and heard—that poor schmuck hitting the ground. The concrete by the pool. The whispers about him afterward fueled my insomnia day in and day out. Murdered in cold blood for seeing and saying things he wasn’t supposed to.

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