Page 114 of Assassin

That meant one thing to him.

Calyx would be safe.

That was his one and only requirement to keep doing what he did. If she began being in danger, more than she could handle, he was taking her and leaving. Remington would go under, and this time, take his woman with him. He had plenty of money squirreled away, that they could live a good, peaceful life off of the radar.

Plus, Elizabeth offered to help him if he chose to make that happen.

“Okay. And again, I’m to just go in and watch?”

Jagger clarified.

“Get a haircut. Wear a camera so we can see what you see. No one wants to walk into a shitshow and be surprised. Rogue is our resident backroom gambling expert. He’s going to be digging. Your job is a haircut and to just be careful.”

Well, that worked for him.

He could use a little manscaping. He now had a lady to keep interested.

“I’ll be ready to hand over Calyx in ten. See you at pickup outside.”

Jagger knew he could count on Remmy. The man was good at what he did, and loyal.

That mattered in NOLA.

“See you then.”

As he hung up, she was right by him, and the worry on her face said it all.

“Are you going out?” she asked, concerned about his safety.

He reassured her.

“Yeah, Baby, I have to help the Hunters. It’s my job. You don’t have to worry.”

Well, she wouldn’t but trouble found him. That was always a concern.

“Let me go with you,” she begged, not wanting to be left behind. If anything happened to him, she’d be crushed. There was no way she could do it.

This was her other half.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t do that, but at least she wouldn’t be alone.

“You’re too recognizable as the owner of The Underground. We don’t know what Alexsandr knows. I need you to go back with the Snakes, and wait for me.”

God.

She was worried about his side. The man had nearly died a few days ago from infection. He was still popping antibiotics.

“And your injury?”

Yeah, he loved her.

He kissed her on the nose, and cuddled her into his body. She was sweet, but he was better now.

“It was only a gunshot wound. I’m good. If I wasn’t would we have had three really hot rounds of amazing sex this morning?”

Okay, he had a point.

Remmy had been insatiable, and the wound on his side certainly didn’t hold him back. That was for damn sure.

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