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“What?” I asked.
His stare, stoic and intense, shifted from the folder back to me. “I know the assassin.”
Chapter Twelve
Eros
“Whoisit?”Janeaasked.
Before I could wrap my head around the information Libby had been able to gather the tense silence of the room was interrupted by her sweet voice.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, the pressure a welcome distraction from the throbbing headache pounding my head, then I let out a long, shaky breath. “Someone’s who’s supposed to be dead.”
“Well, she’s not dead,” Libby said. “She’s entrenched in the Vipers.”
Apparently, she had successfully fooled me and her entire family, unless they were all in on it.
“It’s a woman?” Janea asked. “There’s a woman trying to kill me?”
“Yep,” Libby said. “She’s been working with the Vipers for hmm, I think at least ten years.”
“Fuck,” I mumbled.
Janea’s gaze snapped to me. “Who is this woman, Niko?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
She glared at me. “This works both ways. I told you what you wanted to know, now it’s time for you to do the same thing.”
“Not right now, Janea,” I said, trying to push down my rage at being fucked over by that bitch. “You and Libby give us the room.”
Libby hopped off Knox’s lap, then pecked his lips. “Call me if you need me,” she said, and sauntered out of the room
“So, you’re not going to tell me who’s trying to kill me?” Janea asked. “I have a right to know!”
I knew she had the right to know, but right now I needed to wrap my head around the information Libby found. How the fuck was she not dead?
“And I’ll tell you, but right now, I need to talk to my VP because this is fucking club business, Janea! Get the fuck out!”
She rose from the chair, glaring at me. “Fuck you, Eros,” she said as calmly as I’ve ever seen a woman.
I stood up when she walked to the door. “Janea,” I called out to her. “Let me…”
She stuck up her middle finger and then slammed the door behind her.
“Fuck!” I flopped back down in my chair, running my hand through my hair.
“Something going on between you two?” Knox asked with his brow arched.
“Truth is, I don’t fucking know.”
“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit, Prez.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “We fucked…”
Knox chuckled. “Figured that. But there’s something different about her ain’t it?”
I gave him a curious look.
