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reaction startled me. But didn't he understand? How could I just turn and walk away? “Marina. You. Can. Not. Come. I need to leave, now, before Jacob gets in any danger. You have to listen to me. This is for your benefit.” Tipping my chin up, the fire became feathers and his tone was almost... sad. “Please go home. I need you to do this for me. For us.”
It was the most unfair thing he'd asked of me. My nod was a single movement, hair waving and tickling my throat. “I understand.” Air filled my lungs. “Don't kill him. Reconnaissance, that's the plan. Right?”
Letting me go, he took a step backwards. “Your safety is the plan.”
His words were romantic, protective. All I heard was 'we might kill him to protect you.' The possibility was filling me with panic. Leveling my voice was a challenge. “Please be careful. Both of you.”
Kite didn't look back at me after that. The speed that took him out of the cafe was unnatural. A man on a mission.
But that mission belonged to me.
I was putting the pieces together. He was lying, and it could only be about one thing. Jacob and Kite... they were going to kill my target. They'd promised him to me, and they were going to do it anyway. Did he have his gun? It didn't matter. Jacob surely had a way to do this, or he would have told Kite to go get a weapon.
Were they really ending this to protect me? I didn't know their reason, just that they were betraying me. How could he expect me to keep this promise? They were going to steal my revenge. Even if their intent was good, this was mine. I deserved it. God, I fucking deserved the right.
Cece. Just thinking her name was fueling me. These men I had fallen for before I could recognize the signs and resist, they couldn't take my purpose away. I needed to be the one to look that murderer in the eye and pull the trigger. That belonged entirely to me. To my family.
Kite had left me there, expecting me to return home. He was too fast, stalking him was impossible. I didn't need to, though. I already knew where he was going. He'd let it slip when he was talking to Jacob. My brain had imprinted the name.
The Calloway Club.
Grabbing my jacket, I punched my arms through the sleeves mid-run out the door. I didn't like breaking promises. But Kite would understand. He just had to.
- Chapter Eight -
Jacob
––––––––
“H ow did it go?” I tapped the side of my bluetooth, wandering through the busy bar. I spent a lot of my time in drink-holes, it seemed; my business or elsewhere. The Calloway Club was funny. Bright and grimy at once, not too disgusting. But what kind of club opened before eight at night?
They'd painted the windows black. It made it feel like it was late, no sun getting in. All shadows and flickering lights over an almost empty floor. It was the perfect place for someone to hide out.
Kite's voice beeped through the tiny device. “Fine. She won't show.”
“You're sure?”
“Fucking—yes. I'm sure. She promised me.”
More than anything, I wanted him to be right. Wandering the place, I surveyed out of habit. There was no danger here, it was a simple business in a mildly bad part of the city. I had no expectation that Lars would appear.
Laying a trap wasn't fair. However, it was better than passing judgement on Marina full-stop. Kite's job had been to lay into her that she could not come here. It didn't matter if we were going to kill Lars or just follow him, she had to believe that this was a big deal. Otherwise, her promise would have been simple to make and keep.
I needed her to choose between her revenge... and us. If we were second-fiddle, then the fact was she could betray us any day. Now, or the future—a future I glorified and had started to dream about.
Being able to touch her every day, wake up and know I could kiss her soft lips, was a luxury I ached to make real. Everything relied on her. Trust. It came down to a promise made in a coffee shop. I hadn't even been there, but
It was the most unfair thing he'd asked of me. My nod was a single movement, hair waving and tickling my throat. “I understand.” Air filled my lungs. “Don't kill him. Reconnaissance, that's the plan. Right?”
Letting me go, he took a step backwards. “Your safety is the plan.”
His words were romantic, protective. All I heard was 'we might kill him to protect you.' The possibility was filling me with panic. Leveling my voice was a challenge. “Please be careful. Both of you.”
Kite didn't look back at me after that. The speed that took him out of the cafe was unnatural. A man on a mission.
But that mission belonged to me.
I was putting the pieces together. He was lying, and it could only be about one thing. Jacob and Kite... they were going to kill my target. They'd promised him to me, and they were going to do it anyway. Did he have his gun? It didn't matter. Jacob surely had a way to do this, or he would have told Kite to go get a weapon.
Were they really ending this to protect me? I didn't know their reason, just that they were betraying me. How could he expect me to keep this promise? They were going to steal my revenge. Even if their intent was good, this was mine. I deserved it. God, I fucking deserved the right.
Cece. Just thinking her name was fueling me. These men I had fallen for before I could recognize the signs and resist, they couldn't take my purpose away. I needed to be the one to look that murderer in the eye and pull the trigger. That belonged entirely to me. To my family.
Kite had left me there, expecting me to return home. He was too fast, stalking him was impossible. I didn't need to, though. I already knew where he was going. He'd let it slip when he was talking to Jacob. My brain had imprinted the name.
The Calloway Club.
Grabbing my jacket, I punched my arms through the sleeves mid-run out the door. I didn't like breaking promises. But Kite would understand. He just had to.
- Chapter Eight -
Jacob
––––––––
“H ow did it go?” I tapped the side of my bluetooth, wandering through the busy bar. I spent a lot of my time in drink-holes, it seemed; my business or elsewhere. The Calloway Club was funny. Bright and grimy at once, not too disgusting. But what kind of club opened before eight at night?
They'd painted the windows black. It made it feel like it was late, no sun getting in. All shadows and flickering lights over an almost empty floor. It was the perfect place for someone to hide out.
Kite's voice beeped through the tiny device. “Fine. She won't show.”
“You're sure?”
“Fucking—yes. I'm sure. She promised me.”
More than anything, I wanted him to be right. Wandering the place, I surveyed out of habit. There was no danger here, it was a simple business in a mildly bad part of the city. I had no expectation that Lars would appear.
Laying a trap wasn't fair. However, it was better than passing judgement on Marina full-stop. Kite's job had been to lay into her that she could not come here. It didn't matter if we were going to kill Lars or just follow him, she had to believe that this was a big deal. Otherwise, her promise would have been simple to make and keep.
I needed her to choose between her revenge... and us. If we were second-fiddle, then the fact was she could betray us any day. Now, or the future—a future I glorified and had started to dream about.
Being able to touch her every day, wake up and know I could kiss her soft lips, was a luxury I ached to make real. Everything relied on her. Trust. It came down to a promise made in a coffee shop. I hadn't even been there, but
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