of my precious time. When I leave this room, I want you to know that you’ll never cross my mind ever again. My dreams will be full of the man I love. My days will be spent in his arms. And you? You’ll be erased. No one will remember you. No one will mourn you. You’ll be put down like the rabid dog you are.”
Then I sashay back toward the exit but stop when I’ve reached Diece. Rising onto my tiptoes, I press a quick kiss to his stubbled cheek. “Put him down. When you’re done, come find me.”
“And where will you be?”
“On our bed. Naked.”
He laughs. “I love you, Blue.”
“I love you too.” I smile in return and give him another quick kiss before slipping through the cracked shed door.
And when I hear the gun go off a few seconds later, I don’t look back. I don’t need to. Because my future is too bright. And it’s all because of Diece.
The End
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Jack
Chapter One
The lock on the outside of Dominic’s door is a stark reminder of the world I’ve slipped into. I enter the six-digit code and hear the lock click open before shoving the door aside.
Even though the lights are on, the room is dark. There isn’t any natural light from a window. It’s just a box. No pictures on the walls. No drawers or nightstands. Just a camera in the ceiling. A bed. And a prisoner. Which is when I see him.
On the mattress sits a suave cockroach who’s seen better days. His dark beard is scraggly, and his clothes are nothing but a white T-shirt and basketball shorts. But it looks like he’s been fed and taken care of, which is more than he’d offer anyone else if the roles were reversed.
Looking bored, Dominic asks, “You done?”
“With what?”
“Staring.”
I stay silent and rock back on my heels but continue my perusal of the asshole in front of me as if I have all the time in the world.
After another minute, my mouth quirks up on one side. “Now, I’m done.”
Unamused, he demands, “Who are you?”
“Not sure if you’re in a position to ask questions.”
His lips pull into a thin line, but he doesn’t argue.
Satisfied, I continue. “What do you know about Reed?”
“Who’s Reed?”
“The guy on the inside you’ve been communicating with. The one who’s looking for a girl.” I keep the specifics of her identity to myself because even though I hate to admit it, Kingston was right on that count. The less Reed—and anyone else for that matter—knows about Q, the better.
“Reed, huh?” He lets the name roll off his tongue as though he’s tasting it.
“Yeah. Do you know he’s a Fed?”
Eyes wide, he flinches back and loses his calm demeanor. “What?”
I ignore him. “Do you know that Kingston is going to kill you?”
“Yeah, I figured that much out. How do you know he’s a Fed?”
“You’re surprised?” I ask.
“Only a fool would work with the Feds. You saw what happened with Burlone.”
“Then you know you’re screwed,” I finish for him.
He gulps and tugs at the collar of his T-shirt, desperate for air. “Kingston has to know I had no idea my associate was a Fed. He has to.”
With a shrug, I tuck my hands into the front pockets of my jeans and answer, “Unfortunately, Kingston doesn’t really give a shit whether or not you knew who you were dealing with.”
“But—”
I lift my hand to shut him up. “However. He’s willing to make a deal if you’re compliant.”
“What does he want?” he grits out as his gaze bounces around the empty room in search of an escape. But he won’t find one that doesn’t involve helping me.
“He wants you to testify against Reed in court,” I answer.
The bastard scoffs. “He wants me to snitch?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Because it’ll clear my name.”
“And who are you?” he demands, pinning me with his stare.
“Jack.” The name feels foreign. Like it belongs to someone else. Someone from a past life.
“Is that name supposed to mean something to me?”
“No. But it means something to your associate, Reed.”
His dark, beady eyes narrow as he takes a moment to assess me the same way I’d assessed him when I first stepped into this room. Pushing himself up from the bed, he strides closer and asks, “Who are you, Jack? And why should I help clear your name?”
“Because Reed is trying to pin me for the mob shit he’s been dealing with.”
Brow arching, he clarifies, “So