Page 94 of When He Hunts

“I’m calling you because I want payment.”

“Do you?” Again,bored.

“I know where he is, okay? Exactly where is he. I-I saw his tat, and I know it’s him. He fits the description perfectly.” His gaze stared straight ahead as he continued. “Minus the beard. He’s ditched that. He and his wife were at?—”

Harris stopped.

Because a gun had just pressed to his forehead.

His breath fizzled in his chest as Harris gazed at the man who held the gun.Ronan Walker.

“Wife?” Marcus asked slowly.

“Uh…”

“Where did you see him?” Marcus wanted to know. “Where did you seeher?” Suddenly, he didn’t sound bored at all.

“I saw him right here, in Key West.”Right in front of my damn face.The gun muzzle pressed harder into his forehead. Shit. This was not going to end well. It could not.

“You’re not going to kill him?” Curious.

Oh, I think I might be the one in danger of dying.“Not my style. Like I said, consider me an intermediary.” An intermediary who wanted to extricate his ass from the situation as soon as humanly possible.

“Don’t like to get your hands dirty, is that it?”

He’d prefer not to get them bloody, thanks. “I’m telling you where he is. All I want is a finder’s fee.” And to keep living. That would be great. “You take care of the rest. Hell, if you name the location, I can serve him up to you on a platter. I’ve got people who can deliver him to you. I’m just not pulling the trigger.” Harris really, really hoped the man in front of him would not pull the trigger, too.

Soft laughter spilled from Marcus. “So many people calling me lately...”

What did that mean? Had someone else already claimed the hit?

“I’ll remember what you did,” Marcus assured Harris. “You’ll certainly be paid back.”

Was that good? Or bad? It felt bad. So bad.

“Shut your club down for the night. Have him waiting for me there.”

“I don’t want to be around when you, ah, kill him?—”

“Then don’t be there. Lock him down. Secure him. I’ll personally handle Ronan while you go somewhere with that pretty wife of yours.”

His jaw clenched. He hated it whenever Marcus mentioned Monique.

The call ended. He slowly lowered the phone and put it on his desk. Super slowly so he didn’t set off the menacing figure in front of him. “Happy?” Harris croaked. His throat had gone bone dry. “I did what you wanted. He willpersonallyhandle you.”

“Happy doesn’t quite cover it,” Ronan Walker growled. “You weren’t supposed to mention my fuckingwife.”

“Well, it’s not like I had a freaking script to read!” Sweat trickled down his back. The sweat trickled harder when the second guy stepped out of the shadows because Ronan hadn’t come alone when he’d broken into Harris’s office. He’d brought his hulking, scarily intense buddy with him.

They’d ordered him to make the call. Told him all that BS to say about knowing there was a hit on Ronan. He hadn’t actually known jack. He didn’t play around in the world of killers.

Well, okay, hehadknown one thing. He knew the tat that Ronan sported meant serious trouble. As soon as he’d seen it, he’d wanted to haul ass away from the bruiser.

His instincts had been right, of course. Trouble stared back at him. “Will you please remove the gun from my head?” He’d had the call on speaker the whole time. Both of the men before him had heard everything. “I did what you wanted.”

“You mentioned mywife.”

“You didn’t say she was on his hit list! So what if I mentioned her?”

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