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IT HAPPENED

King

Iwant to tell her how much I love her.

How I can’t wait to marry her.

That I want every experience under the sun with her.

And that I can’t wait to get her pregnant.

But I’ve got more important shit to do at the moment.

Like get myself out of this mess in one piece.

A bomb—it might be the only scenario we didn’t plan for. Who could imagine they’d blow up the whole fucking place just to get rid of evidence.

I go to the desk and start ripping out drawer after drawer, dumping them on the floor.

Nothing.

For a cartel leader, Dex has an absurd amount of office supplies.

I do the same with the bookshelves. The sideboard. Thecredenza.

It’s been more than a minute. I’m on borrowed time at this point.

“King,” Goldie cries. “Find a key. A gun. Something.”

The sound of tears in her voice slices through my heart. I rip through Dex’s files as fast as I can and think about all the evidence I’d like to sift through if I didn’t have a literal bomb ticking somewhere under the same roof.

I yank open the bottom drawer.

“Finally,” I mutter.

“What is it? Did you find a key?”

“No. A gun.” I check the magazine. It’s full.

I take three steps back and to the side. There’s no safety to mess with. I need to get the fuck out of here.

I unload the fucker.

My ears ring from the gunshots.

“King!” Goldie screams. “Are you okay?”

I dump the gun. “We’ll see.”

If there were ever a time I could use my raid gear, it’s now. I put my dress shoe to the door. Kicking over and over and over.

I finally get it to nudge enough that I can pry my fingers in to open it.

A breath of air. Fuck, that’s never tasted so good.

I pick up my cell and talk as I climb over the piece of furniture used to lodge the door shut. “I’m coming.”

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