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Only, they knew it had the propensity to be bad.

That was their luck.

What they were all hoping was that Mikey O’, and that Irish luck, held out.

Or they had problems.

When there was a knock on the doors, leading out into the courtyard, they all jumped.

Security was on.

Why had it not alerted them?

When they pulled their guns, Zayn went first, Jagger beside him, as the doors were pushed open.

That’s when they got the shock of their lives.

There were people in their courtyard.

Holy.

Shit.

Not just people…

There were very familiar faces staring back at them.

“We were told you needed some help with some Russians. We happen to be really good at handling them.”

Jagger grinned.

“My friends.”

That was the truth.

It was Greyson Croft, Dimitri Gideon, and Heath Croft—oh, and they were a sight for sore eyes.

“How?” Maura asked as she hugged Greyson.

He laughed.

“We have a mutual friend in Washington DC, who called me and asked for our help. It seems that both of our cities have an infestation by a certain Russian.”

Elizabeth Blackhawk had struck again.

Well, hot damn.

And now, they were ready for the Russian mob.

They had backup and a fighting chance.

New Orleans was never going to be the same again.

Chapter One

New Orleans

Chartres Street

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