Page 49 of His Mafia Queen

“Let me.” Kimble took the bandage and unwrapped the paper. He leaned over me and fixed the sticky ends to my skin. “You have blood on your dress.”

“Shit,” I whispered. “I’ll have to change.”

“Do you want me to go back to the house before I leave for the airport?”

“What? You’re flying to France today?”

He nodded. “I can’t spare any time. I hope I’m back in three days.”

“Just like that?” I felt an eerie sensation. The last time Kimble had left the city was the week before my father died. The same time I was kidnapped. He hadn’t left my side since. Why did I suddenly feel uneasy? He wasn’t going to find dirt on Knight. I was in confident in that. But Kimble was a consistent part of my life, even if he lived it in the shadows.

“I don’t see another way.”

“What do I do for security while you’re in France?” I asked.

“I do have a plan.”

“Then let’s hear it.”

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