Page 128 of Only for Love

“Excuse me?” I’m dumbstruck. He doesn’t look as if he’s fucking with me, but between the fistfight at Emerald’s and my history that screams PTS-motherfuckin’-D, it doesn’t add up.

Brock slaps the table and stands. “Keep the truck. Keep the job. Consider the ride a signing bonus.”

“Wait.” I stand up and meet his eye. “You shouldn’t do that.”

He laughs, throwing his head back. “Jesus, fuck. You’re going to fit in. You wanna tell me why I shouldn’t have you on my team?”

“I have a medical chart that’s ugly.”

He gives me a curt nod. “I’ve seen it. You’ll be okay.”

He’sseen it. So, the whispered rumors about Titan are true. “I screwed up the Emerald’s op.”

Brock shakes his head. “That night could’ve gone a hundred different ways. We went in there for information and came out with a whole lot more—arrests, actionable intel, a network. These traffickers… they’re like the string in a dirty fuckin’ sweater. It keeps unraveling. Join Delta, see it to the end.”

This is too good to be true. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch. The job’s the job. You’d be stupid not to take it. You’re not stupid, are you?”

In my mind, Pops’s resounding affirmative answer to that question barks,Yes!But I pinch that memory away. “Not in the slightest.”

He sticks his hand out. “Then welcome to Titan.”

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