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“They are not even close to the same. You supply weapons to violent criminals, knowing they will use them to complete mass murders. That doesn’t even include all the innocent people that you and your minions have murdered.” All in the name of growing his organization.

“How many people haveyoumurdered, Grayson?”

“Get to your point,” I demanded. “Why are you here?”

Vosch examined his fingernails. “You killed my inside man.” He shot his ugly-ass dark eyes my way. “Now, you will become my inside man.”

The nerve of this fucker.

“I left the CIA.”

His eyebrows shot up. “You’ll tell them you’ve had a change of heart and you’re ready to come back to work. That way, you can keep tabs on things.”

“That will never happen.”

He motioned to his armed guards. “You act as if you have a choice.”

“Everyone has a choice, so you can go ahead and kill me right here and now, because I will never help you.”

My stomach ached with a fresh wave of bile; I prayed I’d figure a way out of this alive for Ivy’s sake.

Vosch let out a bored sigh.

“You sound just like your mentor did the first time we spoke.”

I clenched my teeth, and my stomach roiled; this vile monster having knowledge about my relationship with Daniel, knowing he was my mentor, it made me feel filthy.

And sad at the same time. What did Daniel go through when Vosch confronted him like this? I wish Daniel would have toldme; maybe I could have helped him before it spiraled out of control.

“If I’m willing to look past our ugly history, surely, you can too.”

“Why would you want me, of all people?” I balked. “I tried to kill you.”

“You’re the one that eliminated my last agent, so this is your mess to clean up.”

“Well, it’s never going to happen. So, go ahead and kill me.”

He smirked.

“You think I’m threateningyourlife?” He pointed a finger at me.

My blood ran cold.

“Your girl,” he said, walking casually over to the window.

My fingers instantly clenched at my sides, trying to resist the temptation of knocking him through the glass. The glass was shatterproof, built to sustain winds in excess of a hundred miles an hour, though. Chances were his accomplices would kill me before I ever took Vosch down.

“She’s wearing black leggings and an elegant silver sweater with a black coat today.”

My stomach retched.

“Don’t worry.” He smirked. “She hasn’t noticed people following her. Yet.”

My throat ran dry. She had security with her, but none of that felt safe enough at the moment. How could I have been so careless? I shouldn’t have been merely haunted by Daniel’s words, shouldn’t have eventually dismissed them as ramblings of a guilty conscience. And I should have done more than merely takeprecautions. I should have locked Ivy away in a fortress of steel.

Once again, I’d failed her.

“Your brother Hunter. He went into the courthouse today, wearing a black Armani suit with a red tie.”

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