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“What if he needs another distraction?” I ask. “I can go in.”

“No way,” Brax says. “Get comfortable over there, Goldie. You’re not going anywhere.”

“But you have to if he’s in trouble.”

“He won’t be in trouble,” Micah says. “King might not be the wordsmith that Cole Carson is, but he can talk his way through this until we send in the raid team. The only thing that’ll get Dex’s attention more than the subject of you claiming your inheritance is him getting his money back. He handed over more than two-hundred Gs this week. The man wants his cash in a legit account.”

My car is parked next to our van down the street from The Pink. I could be there within two minutes.

“Text King,” I demand. “He has to know what he’s dealing with.”

Brax shakes his head. “He’s got too much of a target on his back. Now more than ever with you not showing up on your wedding day. The last thing we want to do is fly a red flag. He knows if we send a message, it means shit is about to blow up.”

I think about last night. About what we talked about when he was bare and inside me, even if it was only moments. I can’t stop thinking about it, even though it’s a crazy thing to focus on at a time like this.

Having children is something I always thought I’d figure out later when the time came. I’ve never had a burning desire to have them. And this is not the time.

What’s wrong with me…

It must be the adrenaline.

But right now, I’m not only desperate for this to be over. I’m desperate for everything with King. I don’t even care what happens to my inheritance.

I want it all.

But I want it with him.

As if on cue, King’s voice rings through the speakers. “Don’t pretend like you’re not trying to fuck me over, Dex. My bank intercepted your cash, and that cash is fucking counterfeited.”

King

I finally got him alone.

Dex is about to round his desk to take a seat when I lower the boom. He stops mid-step and turns to me. “Counterfeit? My cash isn’t fucking counterfeit.”

I glare at him. “That’s interesting since my real fucking bank said so.”

He comes back around the desk at me. “Then someone in your organization switched it en route. We’ve got so much cash, I don’t know what to do with it. You took my money. I expect it to be deposited as promised into my off-shore accounts tomorrow.”

“I run a tight ship. No one in my organization would pull aswitch. You, on the other hand, have a history of fucking people over.”

Dex takes two steps and points a violent finger at me. “Youcame tomebegging for my business.”

“I didn’t beg for shit. I offered you a service for a fee that you can’t get anywhere else.”

“I’ll fucking kill you,” Dex seethes. “Then I’ll kill my sister. The minute I saw her mug in The Pink again, I knew this was bad news.”

I lower my voice. “You’re not going to kill me. And you’ll never, ever touch Goldie again.”

He takes a step back. “I’ve looked you up, you know.”

I shrug and tell him the truth for once. “You won’t find anything on me.”

“That should’ve been the first indication,” he mutters. “I can dig up shit on anyone. You’re like a fucking ghost.”

I take another step toward him. “You’re not wrong. I’ll haunt you for years.”

“There’s something about you. Has been since the beginning.” Dex drags a hand through his hair. “Should’ve trusted my gut and kicked you and my sister out the moment I met you.”

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