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Businesses pay us for protection. We protect. Clients come to us for companionship? They don't get rolled for their credit cards. Our workers trust us to keep them safe? We do.

"You let your partner molest the people in your custody. You could have stopped him, but you didn't. You got off on watching him hurt them."

"Who cares about whores and druggies?"

"I do." I'm not a compassionate man, but I live by the code my father raised me to. "But it wasn't only them, was it?"

She knows exactly what I'm talking about, but I spell it out anyway. "You took money from the Kicks Bandidos to go after my woman."

"I'm sorry about that, okay? It's not like he fucked her. He just groped her a little."

I think about how traumatized my girl was and I'm tempted to kill this bitch right now, but my plans for her will make her misery last longer. Prison is no picnic for a cop. Especially when some of the women she let her partner hurt will be fellow inmates.

"He would have done more though, wouldn't he? If the captain hadn't stepped in."

"No," she lies.

Neither of us believes her.

"Please, I can do things for you. I have connections."

"Anna asked you to help her. To make your partner stop. You ignored her."

Disgust roils in my gut. I'm a mob boss, but I don't prey on the people who are supposed to be under my protection.

"It wasn’t personal. It was just business. You have to understand that. Your people kill for hire."

"Unlucky for you, what you did was personal to me." I tap my gun against my thigh. "I could get you out of trouble as easily as I got you in it, but I won’t. I'm going to stand by and fucking enjoy watching you squirm."

Just like she did with Anna.

"I'll run."

"Try." She won't get two blocks. I have people on her. She'll stand trial and shewillgo to prison.

"You can't do this!"

I don't bother answering that bit of stupidity. I go to leave, but stop at the door, and say over my shoulder, "If you make it out of prison alive, you won't have long to enjoy your freedom."

No one gets away with hurting my girl.

Epilogue:The Wedding

ANNA

One, two, look at my shoe.

The white butter-soft leather ballet flats make me smile. Cian had them specially made so I would be comfortable.

Three, four, find the door.

The wedding march swells, and someone opens the door to the sanctuary. I look through the opening and see Ini waiting at the altar to the left of the priest. She is my maid of honor.

Sliding my gaze to the right, I see my groom. Cian is wearing a black silk tuxedo with a white shirt and black bowtie. Traditional like his mom wants, but so incredibly handsome.

I feel a smile creasing my face. I'm glowing inside.

Five, six, click, click, clicks.

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