Page 41 of The Merciless King

No fucking thanks.

And if he is responsible for whatever has happened to Amy, then he’ll be lucky if I don’t kill him.

That’s if I can get both of us out alive.

Mack and Connor walk through the door. Both of them dressed in polar opposite outfits. Connor is in a tailored navy-blue suit and crisp white shirt. His shoes are shiny, and his face is cleanly shaven. He is every inch the Manhattan billionaire.

Mack, on the other hand, is in a pair of black jeans and a Barrett Security polo shirt. On his wrist hangs a sizable timepiece, I’d say cost a decent amount, and on his feet are a pair of heavy black Nikes.

The other two are in blue jeans and shirts rolled up their forearms with the top buttons open.

I’m dressed more like Connor, but without the jacket. I needed Gianna to see me as a wealthy businessman of sorts, and the new suits Connor’s credit card bought me did the trick.

“Right. We don’t have much time, so let’s get to work,” Connor says as Mack walks over to Decker, holding out his hand.

Decker pays him with a grunt.

Mack grins as he folds it and puts it in his pocket. I don’t bother stopping my chuckle, but I’m surprised when Decker shoots me a smile.

“How long do we have?” Mack asks, leaning against the pool table and crossing his arms.

“Five hours. The Baldassare estate is in Scarsdale, so I’ll Uber out there around six o’clock.” I tell them. “Can’t be late for dinner with the capo.”

Connor walks to his desk and opens a drawer.

“And you can’t Uber.” He tosses a set of keys at me.

My eyes widen as I take in the Ferrari keychain. When I lift my head, the CEO firmly says, “Don’t crash it.”

Jesus.

Then he pulls out a watch from his pocket and hands it to me. Thank god it’s not a Rolex. I take the Patek Phillipe and swallow loudly.

“Man, this is just—”

“This is how you stay alive. I can buy a hundred more. No one in my team goes deep undercover without all the tools. Mia is bringing a few more things over in an hour.”

I nod, not wanting to ask how much the watch is worth, but I know it’s more than I make in a year or two.

Connor is right. I need to play the part completely from head to toe. Frank Baldassare needs to believe I’m extremely rich from trafficking.

Fuck. I feel sick just thinking about it.

“Thank you.”

“Just don’t die. The feds are in on this, and I’d hate to have to make a phone call.”

Wait, the feds?

“We are dialing in Agent Scott in an hour,” Mack explains. “We don’t have the resources to set something like this up in an hour, so we have called in a favor.”

Jesus.

“We may not have enough detail before you leave, so you’ll have to go in vague. Not a bad thing,” Connor says.

“I agree with that,” Decker says. His six years deep undercover with the Mexican cartel means he knows what he’s talking about, so I agree with them.

The five of us start outlining a fake operation and business that I own and run globally. Then finally we jump on the videoconference with the agent.

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