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Evan blinked in shock, but slowly shook his head.

“No one?” I barked.

Another shake of the head.

“Good.” I pulled my blade from its sheath once more, but Toxic grabbed my bicep.

“There’s no time, Butcher,” he warned.

I glared at him. “I didn’t get to kill Randal slowly. This asshole’s time is short, but I’m damn well going to get some fucking pleasure from bleeding him before he dies.” Begging would be the last thing he did.

“The local authorities are probably already on their way,” Toxic told me. He was calm, but trying to talk some sense into me.

Sighing, my fingers flexed on the hilt of my blade, then I put it away. “Fine,” I muttered. “But the next one I’m going to filet like a fish.”

“That’s…disgusting, but okay,” Toxic agreed. He would have said anything to get me to move this along. And he was right, damn it. We needed to get out of here before we were caught. It just wasn’t as fucking satisfying killing the men who’d been threatening us so quickly.

I fired my gun three more times, the last hitting Danners in the forehead. He slumped in his chair, his brains painting the window behind his desk. Turning, I followed the others out of the office.

“How are you going to clean this up,” Isla asked. “At least three people saw us come in here.”

I pulled out my cell phone and hit a contact.

“Butcher, is it all over?” Gail asked.

I could hear music in the background and the whoosh of waves. I’d been right about my handler hanging out somewhere tropical. “Almost,” I told her. “I need a favor.”

“Sure. What do you need?”

I explained the situation as we walked out of the small office building. Evan thought he could hide away here in Belize, and for a while it worked, but he’d fucked with the wrong man. “Can you convince them to clean this up and not ask me any questions?” I asked. I knew the men who’d been in charge of my team had skeletons in their own damn closets to hide. They didn’t want to be associated with what happened in that village. They’d contact Heliaz Relay and make sure that this all came to an end right here.

“I’ll get right on it.”

“Thanks, Gail.”

“I’m glad you’re okay, Butcher,” she told me.

I hung up and wrapped an arm around Isla’s shoulder. Bringing my other arm up, I looked at my watch. “We’re just barely going to make Lock’s deadline. Better get moving.”

CHAPTER 31

Isla

Ihugged Butcher as we got onto the plane. It was over. Mostly. Randal was dead, a splattered mess on the sidewalk, thanks to Butcher. Evan Danners was dead. Theoretically, there shouldn’t be anyone coming after either of us anymore. We were all silent as the captain went through his spiel and got us into the air. We’d determined that Danners was the Heliaz Relay guy from the village. We’d let Riptide dig into what all this was about. We really didn’t care anymore.

My eyes landed on Toxic, then drifted over to Butcher. If anyone had told me that in mere weeks I’d have met, and fallen in love, with a man I’d have laughed and told them they were crazy. Yet, here I was. And what was even more shocking was that he loved me too. The goofy smile I was wearing disappeared as I thought about it.

He loved me. But my deal with his club was over now. Dread overpowered the happiness that had nearly had me bursting. All it would take would be Lockout saying the word and I’d have to leave. My eyesdarted between the two men again as they laughed and joked with each other.

Butcher had offered to leave with me once before, when we’d made the deal for me to stay so I could help them take care of this threat. Now that we loved one another, I had no doubt that he would go with me if I was forced to leave the club, that is, if I asked him. And what other outcome was there? People never wanted me around long-term. My own mother had abandoned me. My grandmother had died to escape living with me. I swallowed hard and looked down at where my hands were clenched together on my lap.

I couldn’t let Butcher leave his family. He’d found them fair and square and he deserved to keep them in his life. He could find another woman to love, but he couldn’t replace all of those friendships. I knew just how hard they were to come by. I couldn’t ask that of him.

Toxic’s leg shot out and he kicked Butcher.

Looking up, I frowned as I watched Toxic’s eyes widen then dart toward me. Butcher tilted his head, a silent question written on his face. Toxic nodded at whatever question Butcher was asking him. It was a strange form of non-verbal communication. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen them do this, though I wasn’t fully sure what was going on.

“What’s wrong?” Butcher asked me.

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