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He kneels, assesses the body.

“Nice job, Con,” he mutters, full of sarcasm.

“He hurt Hallie.”

Finn’s jaw ticks. “Elaborate.”

“Attacked her in her home. She’s scared. Got a nasty mark on her head.”

Finn spits on Ben, then straightens.

“And you want me to keep him alive?” He asks.

I scratch my jaw.

“Stripper said he’s working with his cousin. So maybe some family. He’s a Brit.”

Finn’s eyes go sharp.

“You think?—?”

“Nah. Too pathetic to be a Bowen.”

London mafia. We lost Dad to avoid war with them. We owe them nothing.

“They’d be stupid to come near us now.”

Finn nods. “Let’s keep an eye on it. Killing a son ain’t the same as killing a father.”

I swallow.

I thought I could outrun the past.

But if it catches me, I’ll kill it again.

Chapter 20

HALLIE

Lily is busy yapping away to the cute guy who bought her a drink.

I’m frowning at my phone, re-reading the message from Pete.

Twenty thousand dollars.

That would mean I could pay Lily back, catch up on my mortgage, and stop drowning in extra shifts.

But I promised herno more of this. And I don’t even have my car to race.

“Hallie, what’s up?”

I blink, look up at her, and quickly lock my phone.

“Nothing. Just waiting for you to finish flirting. He was hot.” I wink, hoping it’s enough to steer her away.

She grins, slipping into the seat beside me. “Yeah. He’s got my number. Maybe once my new roomies move back home, I’ll invite him over.”

Guilt punches me in the chest.

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