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Before I could ask, he added, “Ron fucked us up. He lied to us. It was never the higher authorities that wanted us to go on all these fucking missions.” He turned the screen slightly, and I glanced into a long list of clients who currently had people working for them, people like us, uncovering secrets, destroying threats, and so on. Salazar, Alfaros, Shimizu, Mikhailov, Wellington, Howard, Kennedy. I had been in the Mafia world long enough to have been acquainted with these names. “These aren’t government officials. They’re all—” “Mafia, businessmen, dirty politicians, criminals,” Cole completed, taking the words out of my mouth. “Skyfall isn’t a government organisation. The mission Harley

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He might kick me out and I would just die. “This is amazing,” I managed to whisper, still breathless at the sight. “You like it?” “Like it?” My amazement hung in my voice, and I spun on my heels to face Dante, who was leaning at the door. “Are you kidding me? I am in love with it. It’s like heaven on earth.” The corner of Dante’s lips twitched. “The best part is that more than half of the books are horror, thriller and paranormal.” “No fricken way!” My jaw dropped, and I held back the girlie squeal that hung in my throat. And I thought this place couldn’t get any better.

" I don’t turn a person into a bookworm. You should give it a try. Reading is fun. " His fingers slid through the spines of the book. "Will you let me borrow your books?" Yes, yes. Just take care of them. " I don’t usually lend books to other people. He’s a friend, and he saved me from death. Lending him a book every week or so was not a huge distraction. "I suggest a thriller book for beginners and guys like you." "Are they good?" "They were fantastic." I walked toward him and picked up a book for him to take to his place. I chose a third-person point of view for my domestic thriller. The one that crept up on me one time. "Try this."

Alerting them would get them in trouble with the anon psycho. She was alone. She couldn’t do anything but oblige. God, she thought, I was supposed to be a grown-ass woman. Not a girl moving God knows were because a scary man threatened her. With a gun, her subconscious reminded her. He’d almost choked her to death, then he’d threatened her with a gun right after saving her life. What was he? She wondered. She couldn’t stop wondering even as he watched her pack like a hawk. "I’m done." He nodded, gesturing for her to follow him.

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

“What about you, Mr. Brady, do you read?” "I haven't read in a while. I like thrillers. Lee Child, James Patterson, Stephen King." He tells us as he reaches and takes a piece of steak. "Have you read Harlan Coben? He writes some amazing thrillers like Drop Shot, One False Move, and Tell No One." I'm in my element now. This is safe ground, I love talking about books. I love almost every genre out there. I'll give anything a go once. Indie authors are my favorite as their work is so unique, it's like a diamond in the rough.

The diamond slipped from my pocket and skidded across the polished floor. No. No, no, no A hand reached down and picked it up before I could. Slowly… I looked up. And for the first time that night I felt something close to fear. He was tall. Composed. Dangerous in a way that didn’t need to be loud. His dark eyes locked onto mine like he already knew everything. A slow smirk curved his lips. “I had a feeling you’d show up,” he said calmly. “ The notorious jewel thief.” My stomach dropped.

“The guy seems like a straight shooter.” Dickens and other agents were well aware of my involvement with the younger brother of the notorious mafia boss—the organization that spanned from Europe to Central America. It was no surprise that Dickens was digging for details, even if he had his own twisted ways. However, as a seasoned cop, I had long since graduated from falling into such traps. They no longer bothered me.

It didnÕt make sense for him to hide it since the notes were not threatening or inflammatory in any way, but it didnÕt hurt to be careful. For the next few hours, Celia poured over everything they had while waiting for the tech team to call her back. Meanwhile, across town, the killer was going about the day business as usual. It was getting easier to get rid of these little nuisances that kept cropping up from time to time. Reliving the latest kill made the juices start to flow the way they always do after a successful extermination, and the killer went in search of relief.