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His voice trailed off, and my mind stuttered. My sister planned hikes and killed wildlife and foraged for dandelions and shit. My sister lived in a cabin with her dog and pissed in a dry toilet. I was waiting to ambush the mayor’s house because her maiden name on that card led me on a search that revealed Nealy Watts, Bo’s would-be assassin, was her cousin. Thatinformation led to us uncovering her plot to eliminate the one person who had the type of dirt on her to ruin her congress bid—the man she hired to kill her husband whose death catapulted her political career. Once we had the correct target, it was easy for Montana to unearth the proof. But…

Umber was there because she was a federal agent?

Nah, couldn’t be. There had to be some other explanation.

All doubt was erased when Umber, who seemed to be in the lead, flashed her credentials. Either Umber was a fed, or she was doing a damn good impression of one.

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Shit.

Damn.

Mother. Fuck!

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We left our spot in the woods less than a mile from the mayor’s house and drove back to our apartment in silence, but I was sure Bo’s thoughts were just as noisy and active as mine.

The quiet continued once we were home. The implications of this new knowledge were great. Bo and I were criminals. Hell,I was technically a serial killer. My sister was a federal agent. What the fuck? And how the fuck? As in, how the fuck did I not know this?

“You were too busy watching your own back and trying not to get caught to see it,” Bo said, as if reading my mind. “And she’s good. Very good. I couldn’t see it, either.”

“Yeah…”

“Plus, y’all avoid her home like the plague.”

“And do! She knew we would. Me and Lil are too bougie. Hell…Daddy, too. Damn, she really is good. You think she knows?”

“About The Agency? Probably.”

“Yeah.”

“Baby—”

“I can’t kill my sister. I can’t let anything happen to her. I mean that. I don’t want a hair on her head harmed.”

He turned over in the bed to face me with a frown. “Don’t you think I know you well enough to know that? Besides, if she knows and hasn’t dimed us out or arrested us herself, that speaks volumes.”

“It does.” I sighed heavily. “I need to talk to her. Shit, we all do—me, you, Ray, Lilith. Fuck!”

“I agree, but not now. Not tonight. We rest tonight, and tomorrow, we talk to Umber about everything, including why the feds were at Shari’s house.”

“Shari, huh?”

“Baby, don’t start. Her pussy wasn’t even that good.”

“What you mean it wasn’tthatgood? It was good, though, huh?”

“You want me to eat your pussy or something? Would that help that damn attitude?”

“Yep.”

In response, he slid down my body and snatched my whole soul from me.

Asshole.

The family,sans Daddy and his wives, met at Ray’s and Lilith’s place under the guise of planning a family dinner. If I thought I was shocked, poor Lilith looked like she’d seen a whole convention of ghosts when Bo and I arrived early.

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