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“What is that supposed to mean? And how old are you? Fifty?”

He’s older than me, that’s for sure. His dark hair and sideburns have hints of grey in them. But fifty? I’m just being a brat.

“Forty-five.”

“Damn. You don’t look that old.” The words leave my mouth before I can stop them.

Oliver laughs. “Old. Oh shit. I might love this woman.”

I turn to him. “How old are you?”

“Thirty-eight. And my glaring brother over there is forty.”

“Brother…” I gaze at them. “But not by blood, right?”

I don’t think they’re going to answer, but Oliver nods. “Right. Adopted after we got put together in a foster home.”

By the woman in the photo next to his bed? Something about that photo stands out in my mind, and I feel sick.

“The jewelry. It belongs to your mother, doesn’t it?”

Atticus nods. “It does, or did, before she sold it.”

I have so many questions. Why did she sell it? Why does Wolfe want it? Why did he hire me?

Atticus continues, “You present a problem for us, angel.”

His words put me on edge.

“A problem? How so?”

“You’re working for our enemy, trying to get what’s ours. It’s not like we can just let you go, now, can we?”

My heart pounds in my chest so loudly that I’m sure they can hear it.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying, angel, that you’re going to be here for a while. With us.”

* * *

Finn

Goldie’s lips part as my brother finishes speaking, as if she can’t believe what he’s just said. I’m in agreement. I glance at my brother. Has he lost his fucking mind? We don’t need her here, with us. No, we need to put a bullet in her head for working with Wolfe and then go after Wolfe.

“A word, Atticus.”

He sighs but moves away from the bed. Oliver stays, looking down at the girl like a love-struck fool.

“You, too, Oliver.”

Oliver huffs but joins us.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” I whisper, but I’m certain the woman hears me. Fuck it. Let her hear.

Atticus glances over my shoulder before saying, “No, I haven’t. Think about it, Finn, this is what we’ve been waiting for. A chance to make Wolfe pay.”

I grunt. I don’t like this, but he has a point.


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