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Jagger flipped him off.

“You’re a dick, Lewis. A big, stupid dick,” Jagger said.

Oh, tell him something he didn’t know.

His laughter said it all.

Elizabeth made the call.

“Come pick her up. Pretend she’s the president. If you fuck this up, I’m fucking all of you up. As in, I’m pulling your jobs.”

He gasped.

“What then? Gonna spank us too and not let us play with guns and knives?” he asked, sarcastically.

She laughed.

“Lewis, I mean it. She’s precious cargo to a mob man. Don’t make Greyson Croft mad. Pick up and let her make the decisions.”

That was all he had to hear.

“Gotcha, Director. See you soon.”

When the call went dead, Elizabeth focused on Alyona.

“We trust Reaper with our lives,” she promised. “He’s a good guy, and has been my friend for many years. He won’t let you get taken, but you need to be able to pull the trigger on this, and not drop the ball.”

Before she could say anything, Heath protested.

“I have to go with her,” he said. “I promised.”

It was rare for Heath to not listen to Elizabeth or Greyson. The man was super loyal, and she could see how this put him in a predicament.

She headed his way.

“Do you trust me?” she asked.

There was no hesitation.

He nodded.

“Then, let the Spiders have this. I promise she’ll be okay.”

Heath trusted her with his life.

“If anything happens to her, I’m pointing Nikki and her knockers in your direction, Boss. Don’t make my wife mad. She’s hell on wheels.”

Elizabeth laughed.

She was aware.

But honestly…

So.

Was.

She.

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