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Having made her point clear, Quinn crossed her arms at her chest and waited.

A muscle in his unkempt jaw bulged as he crossed the room once more. Waiting until he was standing in almost the exact spot as before, an ugly twist to Justin’s mouth formed.

“They wouldn’t have been looking to make those cases in the first place, if it hadn’t been for you. Andthat”—his nostrils flared with a scathing tone—“is on you, babe.”

“We were all targets, Justin.” She forced a gentle tone.

“Maybe But you’re the one who turned.”

“Me?” Nowthatwas laughable. “Did you forget I was there that night, Justin? That I was lying next to you when you looked me right in the eye and threw my ass under the bus? You fed them so much bullshit that night I’m surprised your eyes aren’t permanently brown!”

Quinn didn’t see his fist flying toward her until it was too late.

A flash of pain exploded across her left temple and eye, the blow sending her straight to the floor. With her previous knock to the head, it took everything in her power to stay conscious…

And to not throw up.

But neither passing out nor vomiting were going to get her away from this maniac, so she pushed past the pain and forced her eyes to open.

“I didn’t turn on you, asshole.” Her eyes widened with several hard blinks, her voice strained from the near-blinding pain. “Unlike you…I was trying to keep…your ass…out of prison.”

“Yeah?” Justin laughed. “And how’d that work out for me? Oh, that’s right. I’m the one who’s spent the last sixyearsbehind bars. But you…youwent on to work with the very people who put me there.”

Pushing herself back up to her feet, Quinn threw a palm against the stone wall to keep from tipping back over. “How did you…” She grimaced with pain. “How do you…know about…that?”

Holy crap, my head hurts. Who knew the son of a bitch could hit like that?

“You’re not as smart as you think you are, babe.” Justin used the line she’d heard a million times. “That’s how I figured out where you live. With McMahon’s help, of course.”

“How did he—”

“Little known fact…a lot of the dickheads who were put behind bars by the Feds are the same men who have other Feds in their pockets. Maybe not enough to keep them out of jail completely…or at all. But sometimes information is all that’s needed. Say, the address of a woman who worked as an FBI Cyber Crimes Technical Analyst for three years before going freelance and working from home.”

“McMahon has someone in the Bureau.” Quinn drew her own conclusion. “And whoever that someone is figured out I agreed to give them three years of my expertise in exchange for immunity. Since I still consult on the occasional case, my personnel files would also have had my current address.” It was all coming together now. “You passed along my address to McMahon—”

“Who passed it along to the man he hired to leave you those little love notes.” Justin grinned. “Nice little build-up to our long-overdue reunion, don’t you think?”

Refusing to dignify that with a response, Quinn asked another question of her own. “How did you know I was staying at Parker Collins’ house?”

Figuring out her past with the FBI was one thing. But that…

“Next time you decide to fuck a billionaire on his million dollar sailboat, you might want to make sure no one’s around to see it.”

“Wha…” She couldn’t even formulate the entire word for the shock from what he’d just said.

With a roll of his eyes, Justin pulled a phone from his pocket. A presumably encrypted and untraceable phone. “Same ol’ Quinn. Still avoiding social media, huh?” He began typing something in with his thumbs before holding it up for her to see.

Ohmygod!

Bile hit the base of her throat, but by some miracle, she managed to swallow it back down. There, posted for the entire world to see, was a grainy image of her and Parker. Just as Justin had claimed, they were on his sailboat.

His handsome, lust-filled face staring lovingly at hers.

Her head tilted back, the tips of her hair reaching the middle of her back as she rode them both to ecstasy.

The tabloid site claiming to have garnered exclusive rights to the violating picture had censored the most x-rated parts, but it didn’t matter. The frozen moment in time—a moment that should have been private—was already out there.

The damage was already done.

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