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“We owe you nothing.”

I’ll give it to them, they’re all fucking loyal. “So be it.” I walk out and give the go ahead to kill them all. Eight old wise guys made their choice.

And I don’t feel a single moment of remorse.

Augusta brought this on himself. Now he has me to deal with.

Chapter 32

Jeremy

The knocking on my office door drags my attention away from my review of the new state bill that’s being proposed. “Yeah,” I yell as I continue to read through this two-hundred plus page document. The door opens and Zac enters. “What is it?”

Zac shuffles uncomfortably on the spot. “Mr. Lewis from the FBI is here.”

A knot tightens in my stomach, but I knew this was coming. It’s sooner than I was hoping for. “Show him in,” I say as I place a folder on top of the bill. Tyler walks in confidently and extends his hand. “Tyler,” I say as I stand and shake his hand.

“Would you like a coffee?” Zac offers.

“I’m fine.” Tyler waves his hand toward Zac, who then backs out of my office and closes the door.

Once we’re both seated, I lean back against the chair and look at Tyler. With a tight jaw and my hands in fists I ask, “Why are you here?”

“We both know why.” I arch a brow in question while I continue to stare at Tyler. “You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you?”

I intake an audible breath and slowly lift my shoulders. “Is there a problem?”

“Where are you living?”

“My place of residence is of no concern to you.”

“Where did that tip come from?”

I stare at Tyler, unrelenting and refusing to answer. “You wasted your time coming down here.” I push up out of my chair and head toward the door. “I have work to do.”

The tension is thick in my office, but I refuse to concede. Tyler finally stands and walks toward me. He stops before exiting my office and says, “This was a courtesy, the next time, it’ll be formal.” Tyler struts out like he’s dropped a bombshell.

If the FBI had anything on me, they wouldn’t be so generous in their admissions. They might suspect, but they have no idea. And I’m not going to give them anything either.

But, moving forward, this does mean I have to be extra careful. It might be a good idea for me to move out of Frankie’s house and into a hotel until I can get my house rebuilt.

I’ll talk to her tonight about that.

Great, now to prepare for the wrath of Frankie DeLuca. That woman is uncontrollable when it comes to any affairs outside the bedroom. And that makes me damn hard.

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By the time I leave the office it’s nearing midnight. Niko has yet to take the same route back to Frankie’s since he’s started driving me, and tonight is no different.

The gates open to Frankie’s property and Niko slowly navigates the long drive up to the main house. He parks and is out of the car with my door open before I have a chance to gather my briefcase and suit jacket. I loosen my tie as I walk into the house. “Frankie,” I call.

“Library.”

I head down the hallway toward the library where Frankie is nursing a drink. “What are you doing in here?” I ask as I lean down and place a kiss to the top of her head.

“Is Lewis going to be a problem? If he is, I’ll take care of it,” her voice is a combination of hard and irritated.

“You’re in a good mood,” I sarcastically retort as I head over and pour myself a drink.

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