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Penn turns toward Kynan. “Planning with someone else to hurt someone is a conspiracy. That’s a crime. You have Peter’s report. Can’t we go to the police with that? They can arrest him, or even question him, and maybe that will scare him off.”
Kynan shrugs, but it’s not a confident motion. “Maybe. But any decent defense attorney could argue entrapment or say Jace was just blowing off steam. Without a physical act—without a move made—it’ll be hard to keep him off the streets.”
Penn’s jaw ticks, his arms crossed tight. “It’s not happening. There has to be another way.”
Kynan looks at me. “Mila? What do you think?”
I feel Penn’s eyes on me. Watching. Expecting me to back him up. He’s been very vocal in his opinions and I can tell this is causing him distress.
My next words are only meant to defuse the situation. “I agree with Penn,” I say quietly. “It’s not worth the risk.”
Penn visibly relaxes and throws a smug smile at Kynan. “There… you have her answer. Now figure out something else.”
Returning to the couch, Penn sits next to me and takes my hand, lacing our fingers together like a silent thank-you.
But I can’t meet his eyes. Because I’m already lying.
Malik tucks his hands in his pockets. “We can wire Peter and see if he can get Jace to lay out concrete plans. Or we could just go to the police and let them take over.”
Penn’s phone buzzes beside him. He grabs it and looks to Malik. “It’s Callum. I’ve got to take this call, but let’s work on sending Peter back to talk to Jace with a wire.”
Penn strides out of the living room, leaving the three of us in silence.
Kynan stands and looks to Malik. “Get with Peter. See if he can set something up.”
“No,” I say, glancing over my shoulder in the direction Penn disappeared before turning back to the men. “I want to do it.”
Kynan blinks in surprise before his brows pull together. “Mila—”
“I’m serious. Penn’s leaving for Chicago tomorrow. I’ll figure a way to stay behind. You’ll have full control, full oversight. You said it yourself—we need to catch Jace making a move. Let’s just get it done.”
Malik looks conflicted. “But Penn said—”
“Penn doesn’t control me nor does he get to speak for me.” My voice is iron hard with conviction. “Please. I trust you both to protect me. What Penn doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
Kynan sighs, scrubbing a hand down his jaw. “Are you absolutely sure?”
“I’m sure,” I say, even as my pulse races. “But it has to be tomorrow while he’s gone. The Chicago trip is an out-and-back. He’ll be home late tomorrow night.”
Footsteps sound in the hallway.
“Just set it up,” I say quickly. “I’ll handle the rest.”
Kynan gives me a sharp nod just as Penn walks into the room, looking only slightly less tense than when he left.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“Yeah… just some contract stuff,” he says, attention going to Malik. “Who’s going with us to Chicago?”
“New agents,” Malik says. “We’ve got a team rotation set. You’ll meet them in the morning.”
Penn nods, visibly relieved. “Good. I just want Mila safe.”
“She will be,” Kynan assures him, and only I know the double meaning behind that. “We’ll be watching everything.”
I squeeze Penn’s hand, nodding along like I believe it’s all that simple.
But my mind is already spinning.
