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Opening my desk drawer, I pull out an extra pair of noise cancelling earbuds I bought to have on hand.

I paired them to my phone to test them, which works out well for me now. Pressing them into each of her ears, I turn on the music, then push her face into my chest as I bring my Glock up and fire. I hit right where I'm aiming. The asshole's kneecap.

He screams and Connor curses, saying something about getting blood out of the carpet.

"Last chance. Are you supplying weapons to the Kicks Bandidos?"

"You shot my knee, you psychopath. How are you going to get your weapons if you kill me?" he asks angrily.

"I find another weapons dealer. You're convenient, but you aren't special," I inform him.

Finally, his face registers concern. "You need me," he insists.

"Tell me what inventory you got for them." Why the hell hadn't the cartel sent weapons through their usual channels? Were they really hoping that their connection to the Kicks Bandidos wouldn't be sussed out?

Stupid.

The dealer doesn't answer fast enough, so I shoot out his other knee. He's crying now. You never know what kind of pain will be the one to push a criminal over. For this dickwad, it's his knees, I guess.

I aim my gun at his junk. "Tell. Me."

He starts spouting off a list of guns and ammunition. Connor takes notes. Good man.

"When did you deliver?"

"Yesterday."

"After you met with Lachlan and got our order." It's not a question. I know when the bastard met with my second. It was right after we discovered the biological weapon inside Carmen Vega.

"They offered me twice my going rate, what was I supposed to do?"

Unmoved, I shrug. "You can't spend money when you are dead." I look at my cousin. "You ready to interrogate this piece of shit?"

Connor stands and approaches the man. It takes him forty-five minutes, but he gets what we need from the dealer. Contact information. Where the weapons were delivered. When the next shipment is due. Where.

The fact he was paid to insure we didn't get our arms shipments on time, if ever.

There's a price for selling to my enemy, but colluding with them? No way is this asshole getting out of here alive.

"Step to your left," I tell Connor.

He does and I shoot the dealer right between his legs. "That's for thinking what you were about my woman."

The man is sobbing and shouting all sorts of shit about my parentage. I offer my gun to Connor. "Do you want to finish him off?"

Connor takes the gun and shoots the dealer through the temple. The yelling stops.

I look down and smile. Unaware of what happened only a few feet away, Anna has fallen into a doze against my chest.

I stand and shift the angle of my body so she won't see the dead man on the floor as we leave the office. "Get a cleanup crew in here and tell Lachlan we need a new arms dealer. Shaughnessy's mob in New York specializes in weapons."

The Murphy mob gets their stuff through the New York Boss. Maybe it's time we do too. I'd use Stavros and his syndicate, but he doesn't sell to locals. Safer that way.

My now-dead arms dealer should have been so cautious.

Chapter 33

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