Page 68 of Jagger's Remorse

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The warehouse looms in the distance.

Empty.

Waiting.

Perfect for an ambush.

Perfect for a trap.

Perfect for what we're about to do.

"Remember," Scarlett says through the comm. "Diego likes theatrical. Give him a show once he realizes you’re all there."

"And Three Devils?" I ask.

"Leave them to me," she answers.

"Scarlett—" I start.

"Trust me, Jagger. If nothing else, trust that I want Diego dead more than I want you dead," she cuts me off.

"That's not reassuring," I point out.

"It's the best I've got," she admits.

We pull up to the warehouse.

Cut engines.

The silence feels heavy.

"Positions," I order.

My brothers scatter, finding cover.

High ground.

Clean sight lines.

Everything by the book except the woman at my side.

"How do we play this?" I ask her.

"You brought backup. He'll expect that. What he won't expect is—" she starts.

Her phone buzzes.

Diego.

"Princesa. I see you brought friends," Diego's voice comes through.

"Insurance," she answers. "Where's the girl?"

"Safe. For now. Where's my proof?" he asks.

"Coming in. Just me and the dead man," she tells him.

"If this is a trap—" he warns.

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