Page 57 of Vengeful Secret

“If you do care about her… that’s okay, you know?”

I don’t answer, leaving the room and heading down to Sutton’s bedroom, knocking on the door.

She answers after a moment, her hair damp from a shower. She’s wearing a robe and that’s all, and my eyes flit down to her cleavage involuntarily.

“What’s up?” She smiles a little as she sees my eyes go back up to her face.

“Can I come in?”

She nods. “If this is about Ciara, I’m sorry, Gray, but I was hoping we could table that just for today.”

“It’s not about Ciara. It’s about… work.”

She stiffens. “Work?”

“The Murphys are gathering tonight at a club called Envy.”

“Haven’t heard of it.”

“Perfect,” I mutter, and she looks up at me with a curious gaze. “I was thinking… hoping that you might be able to go there. Do some surveillance, report back to us.”

“You want me to be bait in your war?”

“Not bait. I just want you to see what they’re up to. Figure out what they’re planning.”

“Won’t that be dangerous?”

“I’ll have my men watching you nonstop. They’ll be right outside if you need them.” He pauses. “And I’ll be there.”

“Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of me going?” she asks, confusion on her face.

“No, because you’ll be the one talking to the Murphys. I’ll just be at the bar, watching you.”

“You shouldn’t be there at all. They'll recognize you.”

I huff out a breath. “You’re not going unless I do.”

I would never ask her this normally, but I want her and Ciara safe. I want Paige and Lara safe. I want thisover.

“This is important, isn’t it?” she asks quietly.

“It is. It’s our one shot at figuring out what the Murphys are up to.”

She hums. “It’s dangerous, Gray. It’s exactly the reason that I kept Ciara from you before. Things like this.”

“Don’t you think I know that? Don’t you think that I know how dangerous and awful this is? I don’t want you to do it, but I don’t have anyone else that the Murphys wouldn’t target and recognize.”

“And if we do this, it could be over? We could all be safe?”

“Yes.”

She sits down on the edge of the bed, her robe bulging open slightly. I try not to look at the expanse of skin it reveals.

“Okay. Fine. I’ll do it.” She pauses. “Marisol can watch Ciara.”

I let out a sigh of something like relief, but it’s tinged with worry.

“What’s the plan?” she asks.

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