Page 65 of Evil Beautiful

“Once I’m debriefed I will come back to tie up any loose ends. Then I, as well as the rest of our team, will leave.”

Fuck. She was part of a team as was Mitch. Actually that wasn’t his name. Who the hell was he?

“What’s his name? His real name.”

She immediately shook her head. “Sorry, I can’t, it’s better you don’t know. If he wants to give it to you before we go home, that’s his decision. I can’t make the decision for him.”

“What’s your name? Your legal name.” Dom growled.

“It’s better for you and everyone involved to not know. I’m Strange, a championship surfer following the surfing competitions around the world. And I’m Mitch’s cousin Dalia Mitchellson. That’s all you need to know.”

It seemed that we unravelled one unknown only to be faced with another.

The Harrisons were gone.

Now we had the Demidovs and this unknown force to contend with.

Dom gave her his icy dead eye look as he stood.

“I’m not satisfied with your answers. Speak to the person who is pulling your strings. Tell him to think twice before sending another operative to spy on me and mine.”

With that ominous message he left.

Strange sat silent and obviously worried.

“You know, Mitch has been a friend for a while now. We’ve been through good times and bad together and through it all I never suspected he wasn’t who he said he was. It kills to know someone I called friend and shared my confidences with used them against me and mine. The only reason why I don’t walk into his room and smother him in his sleep is because, for better or worse, he is my friend. I’ll arrange to have him released into your care. See to it that he gets to the UK in one piece. If anything happens to him you had better not come back to South Africa.”

I walked out without saying another word.

At the entrance to the ICU I donned the gown and booties then went in.

Standing next to his bed and seeing the extent of his injuries once again I sighed.

“I understand why you did what you did. You will always be a friend, Mitch. I hope the asshole pulling your strings knows what he’s doing. I’ll keep the women under wraps until I hear from you again. Maybe one day you’ll come back and we can sort some shit out. Until that time, safe travels my friend.”

Carefully picking up his hand I gave it a soft squeeze, put it down and left.

It was done.

Mitchell “Mitch” Mason was out of our lives.

Walking out of the hospital my phone pinged. I knew it was Dom.

Pulling it from my pocket I read the text and came to an abrupt stop.

Go back to the compound and spend time with Kell.

The hag can wait. Let her sweat for a change.

See you tomorrow.

Drawing in a deep breath I did as he suggested.

I went back to the compound and my man.

The hag could wait and while waiting she could try to imagine her fate.

Not that she would ever be able to guess what was in her future.

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