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Like a puppy, Rand comes alert at the attention again.

“I want her gone.”

Wait.

What?

Rand frowns. “Goldie?”

Dex gives him a chin lift like he’s asking for a beer rather than demanding for me to be…

Gone.

I’m physically ill.

King’s hand snakes up my back as he holds me tight. I need every ounce of his strength.

“And this time I mean gone. I don’t want her body showing up. I don’t want her mug all over the news. I don’t want to think about my fucking sister ever again. Get it done and throw her body in a lagoon for the gators to feast on. No evidence—not even a fucking tooth left over. Got it?”

Rand stares back at his boss who gives him orders all the time, but it makes me wonder if murder isn’t usually on the short list.

And not just any murder.

Mine.

“Got it?!” Dex screams.

Rand jumps to his feet. “Got it, boss. I’ve got your back?—”

Dex continues to scream. “Find her and do it. Get out of my fucking face!”

My half-brother has lost all control. He normally prides himself on acting like a legitimate businessman since he outsources his dirty work.

“I’ll spare you the rest. It’s more of Carter throwing a baby fit because he’s worried about you rising from the dead.” Ozzy turns off the monitor before shaking his head. “Sorry, not the best choice of words.”

“It’s not like you’re unfamiliar with rising from the dead,” Cole points out.

Ozzy crosses his arms. “True.”

I don’t have the brain space to think about what that means.

Dex just ordered someone to kill me.

King’s hand comes to my face and forces my gaze to his. “This is my fault, but don’t worry. No one is going to get close to you. We’re going to wrap this shit up as fast as we can. You’re not stepping foot into The Pink until every single one of them is in custody.”

His blue eyes are tortured with guilt. I do my best to let him off the hook. “It’s not your fault. If I didn’t want to be an informant, I wouldn’t have.”

His frown deepens, and his hold on my face becomes tighter. “I convinced you. Hell, I practically forced you through guilt. I could tell how good your heart is and took advantage of that.”

I don’t care that we’re standing in this weird farmhouse full of secret surveillance technology or who’s watching. I lift to my toes and press my lips to his. “That’s cute that you think you forced me, but I don’t do anything I don’t want to do, King.”

He tries to argue further, but the CIA officer interrupts us. “Lady balls. It’s always the ones you least expect.”

I don’t know about that, so I focus on King. “You’ll work it out. Nothing is going to happen to me. You promised, and I’m holding you to it.”

I lose King’s impossibly blue eyes when his lids fall shut and his forehead tips to mine. “I promise.”

“I want in on this,” Cole announces. “I need to talk to Bella about the family schedule next week, but I’m not missing out. I’ll be there.”

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