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I looked over at Caleb, who now had his eyes trained on that same gun.

Don't do it.

That thought crossed my mind as I pictured him lunging at Emir. I needed to calm the situation down, but how?

"I can give it all back, Emir! All you have to do is let us go, and you can have your fortune!"

"I want your fucking heart on a silver platter!" He screamed with such vile anger that I tried not to show that he had any effect on me.

"Well, here I am, Emir Killic. You've spent all this time looking for me, and I was right under your nose. How does that feel? Being made to look like a fool."

I spotted Demise coming in from his right, and I was trying to distract him enough for her to take him down, but the fucker was smart.

"Call her off, or I'll kill him." He pressed the gun to Caleb's temple, and I pretty much saw red.

I don't recall everything that happened next, but a gun was fired. Demise went down, and I lifted my gun, aiming it at him. Before I could take the shot, Caleb made his move. Swinging his body into the old man, he shoved him so fast and so precisely that Emir Killic didn't have a chance of survival.

I watched in shock as Emir's body was tackled across the rooftop and Caleb flew out onto the ledge, his grandfather falling to his death while he hung in the air.

A few seconds later, there was a scream that echoed from below, and I ran to the ledge. Looking over it, I could see his body splattered on top of an unmarked car. The blood was too much, and I turned away.

Shots kept firing, the sound ricocheting throughout the building, as the Turkish Mafia fired back at the police. The door to the rooftop suddenly flung open, and Diesel, one of the members of the Hellbound Lovers, appeared. He was Roulette's FBI connection.

He looked at me and then up at Caleb. Slowly, he approached the ledge and whistled as he looked down at the body.

"That's a way to go." Looking at me, he tilted his head. "You do that?"

I shook my head, and he narrowed his eyes at me. "So he jumped?"

"No, he…"

"Jumped." Diesel stated firmly, and I finally understood what he was saying.

I nodded. "He saw the FBI was here, said he couldn't take it anymore, and jumped."

Diesel nodded and looked up at Caleb. "Get him down and go."

"Roulette's hurt and one of my girls," I pointed at Demise, who was lying on the ground.

"I'll take care of them, just go. He can’t be here when they come up."

I turned to leave and then looked back. "Diesel!"

He looked up from his perch on the ledge.

"Thank you," I mouthed.

He nodded at me and then reached for his mic and called it in. "We got a jumper, gentlemen."

He'd saved Caleb from a lifetime in jail, and I'd never forget that. The Harlots would have the Hellbound Lovers' back for whatever they needed. For now, I have more pressing matters to handle. Like, what the fuck were we going to do when the Turkish Mafia found out that Caleb Killic had killed the head of the family?

Epilogue

DUCHESS

The news the next day was filled with the suicide jumper at Venice Beach. Somehow, the Turks had managed to keep their grandfather’s name out of the reporter’s mouths, probably costing them a fortune.

When Caleb found out that Yusuf Anslar had been the mole who ratted him out, he began to search for him, but the coward had run away. From what Caleb had told me, he wasn’t going to stop until he found him and hung him by the balls for what he had been conspiring to do.

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