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“Yeah?” Terry’s voice comes through thick and heavy.

“I know you are meant to be resting, but the cat’s out of the bag. Everyone knows, and I have who took out the contract. I want someone with Jasmine, now. Find out if she is still in my room and place someone outside. Whatever room she is in, someone stands guard outside, and I want people on foot checking all entrance points. But I don’t wantanyoneto know why.”

“Where are you?” Terry asks as I hear him moving around, no doubt to give the orders to others.

“We will be home in an hour. I have something to take care of first.” I don’t wait for him to answer before ending the call. I trust him to do as he’s been ordered and know he will ask questions when I get home.

“I want that contract down and bring his laptop and any other devices you can find in the house.”

“There's information here he shouldn’t have been able to get hold of,” Jason whispers as we both turn to see Mitchell sweating in his chair.

“I know, and it only means one thing,” I answer, looking at the screen as Sean does his thing. “We have a mole in our team.”

ChapterTwenty-Three

SEAN

I’m hiding in my room, needing five minutes to clear my head before I face everyone else again.

How the fuck did we get here?

Mitchell is currently in one of the makeshift cells we have at a hidden location. Christian and Jason have already managed to get a lot of information from him, and I know they plan on returning to get the rest. Once they are satisfied they know everything, they will end him. I used to hate the idea of killing; I still do in many ways. I remember begging my brother to find another way of dealing with people, and I never truly understood why he said that sometimes there isn’t one; until today.

When I sat there looking through Mitchell's files and saw just how much he has on not only us but Jasmine, too, I wanted to be the one to kill him. I wanted to end his life for trespassing on hers.

We have no idea how he knows some of the things he does, and so far, he hasn’t given us any solid evidence of who is telling him everything, so now everyone is under suspicion.

Everyone we hire and trust, even those we classify as friends, is now a suspect. It’s going to be hard to ever trust anyone again after this and our girl's protection being jeopardised.

If you had asked me this time yesterday if we would be dealing with possibly the biggest threat we have ever faced as a family, I would have laughed in your face. I knew things were bad; I’m not as blind as my brothers like to think I am. I’ve noticed the tension in the house; it’s impossible not to. I knew Christian was hiding stuff from us with how much he’s been away. But never did it even cross my mind that someone would have put a price on my brother's head. We might have pissed some people off over the years, but the thought that someone wants to take Christian out terrifies me.

My brothers and I have never had it easy. It may look like it to outsiders, but our family has been through hell and back. From our selfish prick of a father to the world he dragged us into, nothing has ever been handed to us on a silver platter. But for once, I thought we had a chance of knowing what happiness and contentment were now that we have Jasmine, but I guess that was too much to hope for.

Taking a deep breath, I lean forward in my chair and place my head in my hands. I can’t lose it now. I need to stay strong for my brothers and our girl, who I know will be beside herself and terrified she is about to lose one of her men.

When we got home, we found her pacing around the sitting room. She had woken up just after Christian had called Terry, who had taken it upon himself to watch over her so that the rest of the team wouldn’t know there was a problem; how that man is functioning at all, I don’t know. He’s meant to still be in hospital but refused. He instructed our doctor to give him some pain meds and a follow-up appointment. When we are threatened, he takes it personally, and we should have known better than to expect him to rest.

Luckily, a team meeting was scheduled for this afternoon, which we moved back a few hours. The team are none the wiser, which is what we want. We need to see their initial reactions when we tell them about the mole. Hopefully, it will help us work out who it is quickly.

“Jazzy?”

I lift my head from my hands and look at my closed bedroom door as I hear Jason outside.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice getting louder as he gets closer. I hear Jasmine let out a deep sigh and I climb to my feet.

“I wanted to see if my blue hoodie was in Daddy Sean’s room, but I don’t want to bother him; he looked stressed.”

I freeze with my hand on the door handle, shocked that she thought I would ever want time away from her. I don’t get enough of it as it is. That’s the downside to sharing her with my brothers. I will take any second I can get just the two of us; no matter what’s going on, she is always my priority.

“He would never turn you away, Angel. You know that,” Jason says from outside my door.

“I know; I just don’t know what to do for the best right now,” Jasmine sighs, and I can’t take hearing how her voice wobbles as she tries to stop herself from crying. I step out to find Jason holding her. She turns at the sound of the door opening and looks at me with tear-filled eyes.

“Come here, Princess,” I smile as she steps out of Jason's arms and straight into mine. “What have I told you? I don’t care what’s going on; this is our room; you never need to worry about entering,” I say into her hair before looking up at my brother, who winks at me before heading towards the stairs.

“I know, but everyone is so wound up and on edge; I don’t want to make things worse,” she admits, which breaks my heart.

“Nothing you could possibly do would make things worse; you are the one thing that makes everything better,” I tell her, looking down into her eyes. “Now, how about you come in and get your hoodie? It’s hanging up in the wardrobe.”

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