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“He doesn’t trust us. That’s why he demanded I return to The Pink. He might’ve agreed to do business with you tonight, but I doubt he’ll follow through if he doesn’t get what he wants.”

“Maybe. But he’s also one of the largest importers of cocaine in the U.S. He likes his money and wants it in the bank. He’s motivated by what I can do for him. He’s not getting you back. He had his meet in person. We gave him that. You’re never returning to The Pink while he’s there. I’ll make sure of it.”

She leans into my hand. “I’m tired, King. I was tired before you pushed your way into my life. Now I’m exhausted. And I don’t know what this means.”

“Do you mean this?” I lean in and press my lips to hers.

It’s light and tender and nothing like me.

Hell, I haven’t been like the normal me since that damn fake lunch meeting.

Her brown eyes are pleading when they confirm. “Yes, that.”

“This is not fake,” I confirm. “I can’t help it and I’m not sorry. I’m also not going to fight it any longer. Tell me you don’t feel it, Goldie. I dare you.”

Her gaze drops to my mouth. I feel her swallow before she gives her head a shake in my hands. “No, I can’t deny it.”

I exhale and pull her in for one more kiss. “Go change. You need to chill after tonight. We’ll address Dex again tomorrow. But I think we’ve both had enough of cartels and lies for one night.”

She raises a brow. “The lies bother you?”

“Fuck, no, baby. I have no problem lying to a kingpin. I’m going to take him down for money laundering, and that money is going to lead us directly to where the drugs are originating. It doesn’t get any easier than this.”

“If that was easy, then I want no part of your business aftertonight.” She pulls my hands away from her face on a huff. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to change and wash my face.”

I pick up my beer and yank the phone from my pocket that’s been going batshit crazy for the last five minutes.

Two calls and even more texts

From Tim.

Shit.

I skip the voicemails and go straight for the texts.

Tim – You’ve got to be shitting me.

Tim – When I helped you get to Miami, I thought you were going to be the drama-free agent. But no. You’ve hooked up with your confidential informant?

Tim – I’m going to guess that your silence confirms your guilt.

Tim – It’s late, and we just got back into town. But, yeah, I just logged in and heard the recordings from tonight.

Fuck.

Tim – In my office first thing tomorrow.

I don’t waste another moment. I want to get this shit done and focus on Goldie. I don’t give a shit what my boss says. Hell, Brax and Micah have done worse.

Me – See you then.

He hits me back immediately.

Tim – That’s it?

Me – Sorry. See you then, boss.

Tim – Fuck me.

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