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“Fuck you,” I said to him in Latin.

Auden snickered. “I know that wasn’t a nice parting phrase.”

“No,” I agreed. “It wasn’t.”

One thing about me, I will find out. I’m a findoutologist. I’ve got my PHD in findoutology.

—Garrett to Bindi

GARRETT

“It’s pretty much a cut-and-dry case, if you ask me,” the lawyer that was prompting us on how today would go down said. “I think he’s trying to play the victim card here, trying to make it seem like you’re forcing him out of his home. You ‘stole his future wife.’ Though that has no bearing on his case against Bindi. Bindi, you did all these things. Emotionally manipulated him. Blah, blah, blah.” Kevin Gates stood, his hands going to his pocket. “But once I get Bindi on the stand, the judge is going to take one look at her and realize who’s really the victim here.”

It was December twentieth.

Bindi and I had better things to do than be here. Like go fucking Christmas shopping.

Neither one of us had finished.

We’d both been extremely busy at work, and by the looks of it, might not finish our shopping in time.

Luckily for me, Lea had been helping Bindi order online.

They’d also been planning a wedding.

Our wedding.

By this time next year, we’d be married for six months.

I couldn’t fucking wait to call her my wife.

My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out to look at the display.

A grin split my face as I said, “Hey, we’re going to take a quick minute outside before this starts. Can you give us five?”

“Sure,” the lawyer said. “I’ll go get set up in the courtroom.”

I took Bindi’s hand and hurried her toward the front door.

That’s where I found Maven’s brother, a known criminal—though we refused to acknowledge that part—waiting for us.

“Shasha,” I said as I held out my hand to him. “I’m guessing since you’re here, you found something?”

“Sure did.” Shasha, who I was fairly sure was a Bratva Pakhan, handed me some papers. “I’m not sure what you can do with this, but you might find it handy.”

Shasha and Bindi started talking while I read what he’d found, and my jaw dropped.

“What the fuck?” I burst out.

“Thought you’d find that interesting,” Shasha said.

“Find what interesting?” Bindi asked curiously.

I read it again to make sure that I’d read it right.

“The entire Harris family took out a massive life insurance policy on you,” Shasha answered for me. “All four members. The sister, Joseph, and the parents.”

My jaw clenched.

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