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Michael’s words cut off as his body seized, his eyes rolling upward. Convulsing violently, he fell to his side on the hard floor, limbs twitching while choked gasps crossed his lips.
“Shit.” Liam shoved her off him and moved Michael to his side using his free arm. “Help me. I can’t do it one-handed.”
Jamison scrambled over and held Michael up by his shoulders. His body convulsed for seconds—eternal, gut-churning seconds—before going still.
When it was over, Liam dragged her back into his lap. “Sinclair?”
Michael groaned faintly. “Still here.”
“Let us go.” Liam kept his voice even and calm. “Let all of us go. End it. Don’t fucking go through the pain of waiting for your body to fail. You wanted Cecilia’s family to suffer, and they have. Over and over again, the Fairweathers have suffered, and the last thing CeCe would have wanted was for the man she loves to cause them more pain.”
“I know that.” Michael continued to lie on the floor, the rise and fall of his massive chest being the only movement. “I was just talking to her, and she told me the same thing.”
Jamison’s eyes went wide and slid to Liam, who gave no indication that theI was just talking to my dead girlfriendcomment was out of the ordinary.
“Then listen to her,” Liam pushed. “Get us out of here and finish what you started with Zanmi.”
Michael groaned, dragging himself upright and wiping drool from his cheek. “I was going to let Jamison and the others go before I set off the timer. I wasn’t going to see them safely out, but let them try to run for it. If they made it, great. If not, oh well.”
“CeCe would want you to do more to save them.”
“Yeah, she just said as much.” Michael pressed his palm to his forehead as if checking his temperature. “And she wants Taylor dead. By my hand, she wants that bitch to die. She wants them all to die.”
The pitch of his voice climbed, a laugh bubbling out of him like a geyser. But just as suddenly as it started, it stopped, and Michael’s wide eyes snapped to Liam.
“What the hell was that?”
“Jamison, go to the chair.” Liam shifted into a squat. He couldn’t stand fully, not with the cuffs still attached to the bedpost, but he positioned himself between her and Michael as best he could. “That tumor is pressing on something it shouldn’t, and I’m guessing the seizure didn’t help. When things like that happen, you can have uncontrollable swings in mood and act violently.”
“So, you’re saying I’m going to lose control of myself.” Planting his hands on the floor, Michael pushed himself to stand. “How do you know so much?”
“My friend in college had a brain tumor, but they were able to remove it.” Liam watched Michael rise, risking a glance at her to make sure she was back in her chair, away from them. “I’m guessing removal is either not possible for you, or did you just not want to fight it?”
“Didn’t want to fight it. I don’t believe in heaven or hell, but I believe in Cecilia. She’ll be there waiting for me once it’s over.” Michael ran a shaky hand through his hair, the seizure, and its aftereffects clearly unnerving him. “I’ll finish this, and I’ll help you, but you have to agree to something first. It’s a two-parter.”
Jamison wanted to blurt out that they would do whatever he wanted, but Liam held his hand up for her to keep quiet the second she opened her mouth. “What did you have in mind?”
“Tobias Miller is my kill.”
“How?”
“I have my ways.” Michael shrugged and, extracting a key from his pocket, unlocked Liam’s handcuffs. “People owe me. The job will be done before he’s transferred to ADX. Hell, it could happen while he’s in ADX. My reach is not limited to a supermax prison.”
“Before he’s transferred,” Liam countered, standing immediately and placing himself between her and Michael. “I want the world to know and any of his remaining followers to have the full details. ADX will sweep it under the rug.”
“Agreed. I get Tobias, and you get to eliminate not only the threat of him from your lives, but also the threat of being caught.” Michael held out his hand to Liam. “So, the second you get out of here, you have to make the call to Killian McIntyre so he can stop whomever he has ready to strike.”
Liam grasped Michael’s hand and shook it. “I can agree to that, but you have to make it hurt. Samuel’s stipulation. He regrets not ending Toby that day in the graveyard and wants that son of a bitch to know nothing but pain in the end.”
“I excel at being ostentatious so that I can do.”
“And Taylor?”
“Same goes.” Michael's lips curved into an evil grin. “I have something special planned for our friend.”
Satisfied, Liam released Michael’s hand. “Then let’s do this.”
Michael tried to move around him but was blocked. “I said my deal has two parts,” he told Liam. “And the next part doesn’t involve you. It involves Jamison.”
