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I take a deep breath, my fingers flexing around the handle of my gun. “Walk away before I put you in a body bag.”

Rusnak lets out another chuckle. “It was good seeing you again, Maxim.”

Just fuck off already.

He starts to walk toward the crowd, then pauses and looks directly at Camille. “Word of advice, beautiful. Associating with an assassin won’t do your public image any good.”

Jesus Christ.

He’s a dead man walking.

My eyes are locked with Rusnak’s as I promise, “I’ll see you soon.” I nudge Camille toward the exit, and fucking angry, I bark, “Walk.”

Camille startles, and looking rattled as fuck with fear tightening her features, she hurries to the Bugatti.

The fucking asshole. The second I’m done protecting Camille, I’m killing him.

Chapter 12

Cami

What the hell was that all about?

Max drags me to the Bugatti, and I’m practically bundled inside.

When he tensed up and started growling orders, I thought I was in danger. My freaking heart almost pounded out of my chest.

Then that man approached us, and Max transformed into…Jesus, I can’t even describe it. He was calm but deadly? The danger emanating from him had me trembling like a leaf in a storm.

Max gets into the car and starts the engine, his face cut from stone. But his eyes… Jesus, his eyes are filled with so much violence it makes the tiny hairs on my body rise.

“Max?” I whisper, too scared to talk louder.

His gaze keeps checking all the mirrors as if he’s expecting an attack at any moment, and his tone is so low a shiver creeps down my spine when he growls, “We’ll talk once we’re home.”

What happened back there? The entire conversation was…off. It’s the weirdest and scariest thing I’ve ever witnessed.

Frowning, I replay the conversation the two men had.

Killed. Body bag. Assassin.

Intense shock hits me square in the stomach, and I wrap my arms around myself. “Oh, God.”

“Stay calm,” Max orders.

Assassin.

“Jesus.” My heart sets off at a crazy pace, and I feel the blood drain from my face as I look at the man beside me. “You’re an assassin?” My mouth goes bone dry. “Oh. My. God.”

Is that even a thing people still do?

Of course, it is.

What the hell?

Looking terrifying as hell, Max orders, “We’ll talk when we get home.”

I sit frozen in my seat, suddenly too scared to move a muscle. The drive feels endlessly long, and by the time Max parks the car, my body is ice cold and a trembling mess.

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