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I search my mind but can’t put my finger on who he is. He’s not one of my guards. They were all accounted for at the time this happened, and like Seamus said, my men are loyal to me.

“If those things are familiar to you, then Lance is someone you see regularly,” Seamus says, flicking his gaze from me to the screen.

“To cover all bases, I think we should investigate everyone we work with,” Jaxon suggests.

“Agreed,” Dante replies. “You said the guy at the warehouse told you that Lance is someone who walks amongst us. This confirms he’s been around you. Most probably talking to you and you didn’t know him.”

The same chill of terror from the other day coils through me, fucking with my mind again.

I look at the note on the table Dante gave me and realize that Lance is like death to me.

Not even with the help of the Creed, one of the most powerful groups of crime lords on this planet, have I managed to nail this bastard down.

I’m trying. God knows I’m fucking trying. But if I can’t catch him, it’s game over.

This man will continue to piss with me.

Then I'll start losing people the way I lost my parents.

I can’t let that happen, but how do I stop it?

Chloe fills my mind, and for the first time, I feel worse than ever just for thinking about her.

If this guy knows me, he’ll know my wife is my weakness. She’s the chink in my armor and the vulnerability to use to destroy me.

Because I love her.

No matter what my plans were, I’ve never hidden my love for Chloe from anyone. I didn’t just wear my heart on my sleeve.

I held it out for the world to see.

Chapter Thirty

Chloe

Today was a hectic day. Roxanne and I picked Mom up from the hospital this morning to finally take her home.

Being there with her was just as emotional as I expected. But not for the reasons I originally thought.

The bad memories from three years ago never resurfaced. It was more the case of remembering good times and feeling gratitude that I had her back.

Since Cillian needed to be out with the guys today, I spent the day with Mom and Roxanne packing away Harlan’s things. Or rather getting rid of them.

Roxanne and I boxed up the decent things and arranged for them to be dropped off at a charity tomorrow. We dumped the other stuff. I was surprised by how much crap and junk he owned.

He loved anything to do with fishing but seemed to be a world-class hoarder.

There was so much stuff that it took all day to sort through. Neither of us wanted Mom to be uncomfortable or do any unnecessary lifting.

She’s supposed to be on bed rest for the next two months with only the exercises the physiotherapist gave her. She’s allowed to drop by the restaurant once a week just to get out of the house, but that’s it. Dr. Chase advised against stress and her being anywhere she could get sick. Due to the medication she’s taking and the actual heart transplant itself, viruses are her worst enemy right now.

The day ended with us enjoying a nice home-cooked meal that reminded me of the past. Roxanne made Mom’s famous meatballs and spaghetti, and we drank the Italian wine Roxanne brought back from her last trip to Italy.

It was nice. I almost forgot the dangerous situation we need to be mindful of until I stepped outside and saw Cillian’s guards. There are some he has stationed at the house and others he has accompanying me everywhere I go. There were more today because he wasn’t with me.

They escorted me home, where I’ve been waiting patiently for the last two hours while trying not to worry about my husband.

It’s nearly midnight. Cillian was home with me last night at this time. I also had Seamus throughout the day to keep me company and assure me that Cillian would be fine. Seamus has gotten better with me. He seemed to have done a one-eighty and is warmer toward me. I don’t know why that is, but yesterday, it was comforting.

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