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I’ll be there.

It’s time to raise a little hell.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Turmoil

Jolt’s lips curl into a sly smirk as he looks over at me. “Rita said it’s a go. We’re meeting them at the bar around nine tonight.”

My pulse quickens at his words.

This is it—our ticket into Seraphina’s inner circle.

If we play our cards right, get her to let her guard down... we might finally have a shot at taking her operation down from the inside.

I nod slowly, letting Jolt’s news sink in. “Good. That gives us a few hours to get ready and go over the plan again.” My mind is already racing ahead, plotting out my next moves like pieces on a chessboard.

Jolt chuckles, shaking his head. “Always thinking ten steps ahead, huh Turmoil? You need to learn to live a little, enjoy the moment.”

He claps a hand on my shoulder. “But that’s what I like about you, man. Always on your game.”

“Have to be in this life,” I reply with a shrug.

Especially when I’m playing with fire, trying to get close to a woman like Seraphina without getting burned... or made.

One wrong step and this whole thing could blow up in our faces.

“True that.” Jolt stretches and stands up from the couch. “All right, I’m gonna go get cleaned up, throw on something that’ll make me look like I belong in whatever fancy ass bar Rita picked out.”

I smirk at that, remembering Jolt’s unease around the high class joints.

My brother’s more at home throwing back beers at a dive than sipping cocktails with the city’s elite.

But that’s where I come in—I can blend into Seraphina’s world while Jolt works his angle with Rita.

“Sounds good, I’ll do the same. Meet you back down here in an hour and we’ll head out early, scope the place out.”

Jolt nods and heads off to his room as I lean back against the couch, mind already spinning with ideas.

One way or another, we’re going to get the answers we seek.

We have to. There’s no fucking doubt about it.

I’m determined to be the one to do it, even if it means playing the devoted playboy lover.

I head into my room and strip down, stepping into the steamy spray of the shower.

The hot water pounds against my muscles, washing away the day’s tension.

As I lather up, my thoughts drift to Seraphina.

The way her cool gray eyes rake over my body appreciatively, the sultry curve of her crimson lips when she smiles.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying this undercover gig, at least certain aspects of it.

Seraphina is a knockout, all dangerous curves and smoldering glances.

The fact that she’s a cold-blooded criminal mastermind only seems to add to her allure.

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