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“Just tell me what you’re thinking, Julian,” I say. “I don’t have the fucking patience.”

“We need to take Philip out.”

Frustration rips from my chest in a roar. “How?”

“The catacombs,” Vaughan says, his hazel eyes lighting up with excitement.

“We’ll never get him down there,” I say, though the thought intrigues me. The catacombs are only used in the most serious of cases and can only be utilised with the permission of the founding families.

“Brig is a nurse,” Julian points out and I join his train of thought pretty easily.

“Or we use one of the girls in the club. God knows they must all hate him by now.” Vaughan adds.

“Whatever we do,” I say, “We need all three sisters on board, two of them don’t even want to be here.”

Julian and Vaughan share a glance.

“What?” I ask, knowing all too well they’ve been up to something.

“Well,” Vaughan starts.

“While you were getting to know Harry a bit better,” Julian adds, thrusting his hips and pretending to hold onto a woman.

I throw my towel at him. “Watch it,” I growl.

Vaughan clips Julian on the back of the head. “We took the girls to lunch. Jack is still on the fence, but Brig seems excited by the prospect, something about her dad’s letter convinced her.”

“You need to fix things with Harry,” Julian finally adds in a more serious tone. “And stop sticking your cock where it doesn’t belong.”

Harry

I want to see Aidan but somehow I don’t have his number and I’ve got no way of getting to the bar below ground.

After the conversation with my sisters, I’m clearer than ever on what I need to do. For the future of my father’s business, I have to take the life of another human being.

So I’m going to kill my uncle.

I try not to think about it too much, it’s too much to wrap my head around. But bit by bit I’m forcing myself to get used to it.

Aiden is right. This is a different world, and if I want to take my rightful place in it, I need to embrace every single part of it.

I swallow hard, wondering if I should head down to the lobby and try to get underground somehow. Pacing in my room isn’t going to help.

Just as I grab my handbag and hotel keycard and resolve to go downstairs, there’s a knock at my door.

Aidan’s image fills up the peephole and emotions war within me. I’m happy to see him on one level, while on another I’m still angry at him for withholding the information about my father’s killer.

I pull open the door and Aiden’s dark eyes soften slightly when they land on me.

“Come in,” I say in my professional won’t-be-taking-any-shit-today tone. I ignore the thump in my lower belly that is screaming out Aidan’s name like a mantra.

“Harriet, I need to know if you’re staying or not.”

I gesture for him to sit at one of the chairs and I take the other.

“I’m going to stay,” I tell him matter-of-factly. “All three of us are for the time being. But we need your help.”

He nods his head. “Anything, Boss.”

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