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Before she could completely fall apart, her arm was grabbed from behind and she was shoved forward. The fingers were tight and punishing, and she stumbled so many times, she wasn’t sure how she made it in front of the car. But when she was, the man who’d done the talking came forward, only stopping when he was right in front of her. Then he studied her. Her eyes. Her face.
“You killed him,” she whispered, the words tortured. She hadn’t liked Freddie. Hell, the man had been planning to keep her hostage. But she’d known him for so long…dated him for six years. She hadn’t wanted him to die.
“You look different, Cohls. I almost thought it wasn’t you. You clean up good.” He tilted his head. “If it wasn’t for the eyes, I’d assume that tip-off was wrong.”
She swallowed, terror stealing her voice. She wasn’t sure if speaking or not speaking was better. These men obviously killed without hesitation.
“Freddie was right,” she whispered, unable to stop herself. “I’m not Olivia. I’m her twin sister.”
The men around her laughed. Even the man in front of her cracked a smile. “You forget, Cohls, I’ve known you a long time. You have no twin. No fucking family. I must admit, this sweet-girl act is convincing, though.” He cocked his head. “You’ve done a good job, creating this little…disguise.”
“My name is Fiona Lock. Olivia went into foster care, but I was adopted. I can take you to her.”
The smile dropped from his face, and suddenly, the muzzle of his gun pressed to her forehead. “You know how much I hate your lies. I’ve heard them too many fucking times. And you know what else I hate? That you took money from me. Money you had no intention of paying back. You should have been smarter than that. No one steals from me and lives.”
A tear fell from the corner of her eye, and the only thing she could think about in that moment was that she hadn’t had enough time with Callum. To love him. To know him. To belong to him, and for him to belong to her.
The man’s lips twitched. “Think about that while you rot in hell, Cohls.”
The sound of a gunshot exploded.
It stopped her heart. Her breath. Her entire world. It made every emotion inside her heighten and sharpen.
It took her a fraction of a second to realize she was still standing and another to realize the man in front of her was on the ground.
Her lips parted, her gaze flying around her to see the other men shifting their focus to the trees, cursing as they aimed their weapons. A new gun was pressed to her head by a man behind her—but then another shot rang out, and he dropped as well.
The men suddenly took cover behind cars. Fiona wasn’t sure if she should be running or hiding. She did neither. Because yet again, she couldn’t move. She couldn’t believe she was still standing.
Suddenly, bodies flew out of the trees, attacking the remaining hiding men so fast shealmostcouldn’t track them.
But she did.
She spotted Liam and Jason. Then Callum and Flynn. They killed with precision, their speed and strength far greater than those of the other men.
The ease with which they took them out made her knees weak and her lungs seize.
She watched as Callum snapped a man’s neck like it was a twig. Then his gaze found her. He blurred in front of her as the lack of air and the throbbing in her head caused the little energy she had left to disappear.
Fiona began to fall, but Callum’s body became a blur again—this time as he raced toward her, grabbing her waist moments before she crumpled.
She leaned her head to his chest, breathing him in. “Callum.”
“I’m here, honey. You’re safe.”
She closed her eyes and let him hold her, the night around them going silent. The violence was over.
She wasn’t sure how long she stayed buried against his chest. She only pulled away when sirens sounded. She knew she’d have to talk to people, but she had no energy and her head was killing her.
Doors opened and closed, then a voice sounded. A familiar voice.
“Why am I fucking here?”
Fiona turned her head to see a woman who looked exactly like her, standing in cuffs.
Callum’s mouth went to her ear. “They brought her in case we didn’t find you,” he whispered. “So she could help us.”
Finally, the woman looked at her—and her eyes narrowed.
