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I gather everything I can for Tavish. Hopefully, there’s some info in this fucking mess to lead Tavish to where this saggy chin fucktard hides away the people he’s stolen.

I kneel in front o’ the arsepiece. “Where are your people?”

He garbles air and blood as he says, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I press my knee into the wound on his thigh. “Dinnae lie to me. I ken who ye are. I ken what the Order o’ Death does.”

“Did. That fucking cunt stepdaughter of Owen’s fucked everything up.”

“Oh, aye. She fucked everything up, killing a bunch o’ wankstains like ye. Now, tell me, where are they?”

“Go fuck yourself,” he gasps, coughing. Blood spews from his lips, splattering across my face.

“That’s not really my thing, but thanks for the suggestion.”

Picking up the knife laying near him, I open the veins in his wrists. I drop the knife where I found it before leaving him to bleed out on the floor.

I send a quick message to Tavish, following his requirements. He gets pissy as fuck iffn you dinnae.

SECURE: Me

Deeds done

SECURE: T

Going dark

Tavish shuts down the video cameras for me whenever I clean a site. A quick look through the house gives me the perfect eraser. Tearing through the kitchen, I toss shit around so the kitchen looks like the sitting room.

I flip the fridge, then yank out the stove. Gas fills the air. I stride through the house, lighting candles as I go. At the backdoor, I set the curtains on fire, shutting the door behind me as I hie off into the night.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

TAVISH

I watch Draven set fire to the curtains inside the house before he takes off out the back door. He knows to message me when he needs to get in and out of a situation, but I don’t think he realizes that I watch him. I always do. I have since I found him in the code.

I am sitting at my command center, scrubbing video feeds to make sure his ass is covered when Draven returns. Like always, he’ll play it off as if he doesn’t understand the tech, but he does. He’s much smarter than some of the other ones. The ones who use password for their password on a secure network used to assign mercenary killings to the appropriately skilled assassins make me want to commit unspeakable acts of violence.

“Here,” he says, holding out the comms device as expected.

I sigh, frustrated with him. He’s spent months watching me do this.

“You know how to use this,” I say.

He grunts, and I growl. I know he knows how to use the device; I taught him. He’s watched me do it. And he knows I know he knows how to use the device.

I shake my head, downloading the material I need from the device.

“I saw you that night, you know,” I tell him as he sits on the couch to my left. I don’t know why I said it. I really don’t.

“What night?”

I grumble under my breath, ignoring him.

“Tavish?” he demands.

I look at him. His rugged, manly good looks nearly take my breath. He is the most beautiful, perfect specimen of a descendant of a Viking and a Highland Scot. He is strength and power, grace and honor combined.

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