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But when I glance at booth six, he’s gone.
Three men rush past me, brushing my arm, and my world stalls.
That smell.
As I look up, their heads are tucked under flat caps. One of them, wearing leather gloves, is pushing my blackmailer toward the staff exit.
“I’ll be back, just need a tinkle,” I tell my boss.
I slip through the back door, heart hammering.
The cold air bites my skin.
And there, in the dark alley behind the club, he’s got my blackmailer pinned to a brick wall.
A knife glints at his throat.
The guy in the long coat turns his head slowly, blade still in place.
Even in the bad lighting, those pale grey eyes hit me like a bullet.
That smirk.
That fucking smirk.
He presses a finger to his lips to silence me.
I stumble, the door slamming behind me, echoing like a gunshot.
My lungs squeeze tight.
He’s going to kill him.
And my boss, my husband, Dr. Quinn, is doing it at my fucking club.
I don’t breathe.
I just run.
Straight back into the changing room.
Locking the door and pressing my back to the cold wall.
This can’t be real.
This can’t be happening.
My boss—or husband, or whatever the hell he is— is about to murder someone on my turf.
And I don’t know who the bigger monster is anymore—me or him.
But one question burns in my veins… What the hell does Finn want with the man blackmailing me?
What does he know…
Who is my husband, really?
Chapter 29
