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“Maybe another day. To make it fair, I’ll get us two of the same cars and we’ll go to a track. Today, you gotta follow me so you know where I hide.”

“Hide what? Bodies?”

He shifts his weight, gaze flickering away.

“You don’t wanna know the skeletons I have hiding.”

Chapter 17

CONAN

As we pull onto the highway, I keep an eye on her in my rearview.

She’s handling my baby like she was born in the driver’s seat. I expected no less. If she can manage this beast, she’s safe in any of my cars.

The fact that she chases the thrill with speed?

Makes me harder than I should admit.

I push down on the accelerator, engine roaring beneath me. Fuck, I need to get myself a Shelby. Just so I can race her.

I hit dial on Rowan’s contact and bring the phone to my ear.

“You managed to send a text yet, shithead?” he answers, already mocking.

“You want my fist through your head later?” I snap.

“Nah. I gotta keep my face pretty for my date later.”

“Date… you mean a brawl in a strip club?”

I slow for a red light, Hallie pulling up beside me with that goddamn smile that knocks the air out of my lungs.

“I might meet a woman while I’m there.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, yeah. To take your virginity?”

“Fuck off. I’m not a virgin. Ask Reggie!”

I scoff. “And why would he know?”

He clears his throat. “We—uh. Share sometimes. Chicks dig twin action.”

I scrunch my nose. Sharing? Let alone with one of my brothers? That’s a bloodbath waiting to happen.

“Interesting overshare. Anyway, change of plans. I’ll meet you two there. Make sure you’ve got enough guns.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“Should we tell Declan and Finn?”

“No. Finn told me to look out for Hallie. I’m just doing my damn job.” Lying’s starting to come easy when it comes to her. But I’m not lying about the intel. I just need his address. I’d rather end him with no witnesses.

“Fine with me. Just don’t fucking kill him if he is there. I can’t contain your rage. And the dead can’t speak.”

I chuckle. He’s not wrong. I gotta keep my MMA license clean and hear what the bastard has to say before I break his jaw.

“You make me sound psychotic.” I pause, then slam my foot on the pedal to see if Hallie keeps up. “Also, you’re wrong. The dead can speak. We just have to blackmail a medium or whatever.”

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