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Oh, no.
Because they were asking about Marco.
Which meant they were into weapons too.
“You’re arms dealers,” I said, glaring at Kylo.
“Yeah,” Huck said, drawing my attention back to him. “And Marco is operating on our turf. Which was how we came across you.”
“So you, what, sent someone in to schmooze me? Learn about me?”
“Something like that, yeah. We needed to know if you were in bed with Marco or not.”
My hand slipped to my wrist, rolling my chunky bracelet around, knowing the bruise was still vivid blue and purple beneath from Marco’s hand.
“I don’t willingly do business with men who drag me around and let their men threaten to rape me.”
“What?” Kylo barked, outrage clear in his voice.
I couldn’t bring myself to look at him, though. Him and his fake concern, his manufactured kindness.
“Yeah, Marco is scum,” Huck agreed. “But we needed to be sure. After the last delivery, we became that.”
“Great. So now you know. Can I go?”
“Actually, that’s not all we need from you.”
My arms crossed over my chest as I stared down Huck, surprised by how defiant I felt.
I knew it was all bluster; that once I was alone, the anger would fall away to reveal all the mushy, more uncomfortable feelings that would take over.
I could deal with them when they came. I hoped. For the moment, I was going to cling to my rage. It prevented me from coming apart at the seams. The last thing I wanted was for Kylo to get the satisfaction of seeing that.
“What do you want then?” I asked, proud of how strong my voice sounded.
“We’ll start with information.”
“Fine.”
Huck’s gaze slid to Kylo but I refused to let mine follow.
“How did you get tangled up with Marco?”
That part was easy.
The shop’s old supplier in South America went suddenly out of business. I’d needed to scramble to find someone new, not knowing that when I signed a contract, I also somehow signed up for a lifetime of dealing with Marco and his crew.
Everything had worked as usual.
Until the truck showed up.
Then a caravan of men.
And then there was Marco, a gun in his hand, looming over me and telling me exactly how things were going to go from that moment on.
The threats that would happen if I didn’t do what he wanted felt a bit grandiose at first. Until I went to visit my grandmother and found Marco sitting in the lobby.
Then I knew. I knew down to my bones that he was completely capable of killing my grandmother to make me do what he wanted.
