Page 97 of Forbidden Want

Connel wasn’t impressed. “I don’t want her.”

“No one does,” the short woman said, folding her arms. “I still say we sell her.”

“Who’d buy her?”

“Anyone interested in the bounty.”

“A contract?” Connel asked. “Dead or alive?”

“Either,” the woman said.

Connel flipped the lid off what she’d always thought was a cigar box and pulled out a gun to aim at the silent female.

Silent until the weapon came into view. Then she yelped and darted behind Razer.

The short woman grabbed Razer’s arm to try yanking him aside, but he stayed put. “You said we couldn’t collect,” the petite beauty said. “Ire can.”

“You didn’t say you were bringing me here to die!” the woman behind Razer shrieked.

“My way would’ve been cleaner, husband,” the brunette said.

Husband. She gasped and swerved around Connel. “You’re Whisper Doherty!” Elation parted her lips. “Oh my God, you’re gorgeous.”

Whisper arched a brow and leaned back on her husband. “Is she hitting on me?”

“She’s hot, I’d consider it,” Razer said, curving an arm around his wife. “Could be a pro.”

“Doesn’t look like a pro,” Whisper said. “Though she could be high class… maybe he pays more for the bruises… I don’t need to pay for it.”

“You don’t.”

“You would,” Whisper said, reaching back to pat her husband’s groin. “That thing should come with a license. The curse forced on all McDade wives and girlfriends. Am I right, High Class?”

The other woman squawked. “My life is in danger and you’re joking about sex!” she said, marching around the couple to assert herself in front of them. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Never appreciative, are you, Pretty Nicki?” Whisper asked.

Another surge of excitement. “Are you Nicole McDade? You are!”

“Am I shooting Nic or not?” Connel asked.

“Yes,” Whisper said in unison with Razer’s…

“No.”

Nicki seemed smug. “He won’t murder me in front of his whore.”

“Easy choice,” Connel said, pulling back the hammer.

Nicole yelped.

Sersha put a hand on his gun to lower it. “Why is there a contract on your head, Nicole?”

“Ask the who, not the why,” Connel said. “I can make a call.”

“We know who it is,” Whisper said. “That’s why we’re here.”

Niall came through the curtain that covered the back corner again. When he saw the group, he paused and said something in another language. Connel replied.

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