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Beatrice’s POVFlint downs his shot and pours another. “That’s a ridiculous question.” “I need you to tell me what happened.” “After all these years, you never asked anyone?” His intense gaze scans her face. “I was so close to dying. Just a hair’s breadth away.” She touches her chest again. “Why would I want to go through that again?” I’m chugging my beer, feeling a bit out of place while they dive into this heavy stuff. Their conversation feels personal, and it catches me off guard. “Didn’t you ever wonder why I didn’t come back?” “Every single day.” Her voice is thick, tears welling up in her eyes. Flint’s tough facade cracks a bit. He pours another shot, as if trying to drown whatever tension lingers between them. “Don’t cry.” “I’m drunk. Of course, I’m going to cry.” She wipes her tears and holds out her glass for a refill. “I should probably head out.” I glance between them. Finishing my beer, I set the bottle down. If I stick around, I’m just intrudin
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Beatrice’s POVLocking eyes with him, I say, “Flint believes you’ll freak out over what happened. He thinks it’ll bring you two closer.” “Closer?” Nolan laughs bitterly. “He murdered our father. There’s no way we’re getting closer.” “You can’t be sure of that yet.” “I’m sure. I just can’t prove it.” He jabs a finger at me, all charm gone. “That’s on you.” “He claims he didn’t do it.” “Of course, he’s going to say that.” His gaze is intense. “I get that you’re in a tough position. You can either hold back or spill everything to Flint. But with me, I want all the details—no matter how small.” I bite my lip and hold his stare. “Alright.” “It’s not alright. You can’t keep this stuff from me.” “What’s your plan for the Zhangs?” “I’ll do what needs to be done. My brother thinks he can provoke a reaction, and that’s exactly what he’ll get. If I don’t act, he’ll sense something’s off.” He sizes me up. “I look out for my own. Always.” My heart tightens at the loo
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Beatrice’s POVThe building is just one story and looks more like a big, overgrown bungalow than a hospital or a long-term care place. One perk of my job is that I could find a nice spot for my mom, even if she doesn’t realize it’s the best option out there. “You’ll wait here?” I ask. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come in?” Nolan replies softly, his eyes full of sincerity. “I’ve got these broad shoulders you can lean on if you need.” Without thinking, I run my fingers down his arm. “Maybe later.” He takes my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. “You’re armed?” “Always.” “If anything feels off, I’m coming in.” “It’s an old-age home. It’s not exactly a high-stakes situation.” He doesn’t laugh at my joke. Instead, his gaze sharpens. “I protect my own.” “It’ll be fine.” I stroke his cheek with my thumb. “Promise.” This place isn’t part of my cover story. If he steps inside, he’ll find out more than he should. He nods toward the building. “Text me if you n
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Beatrice’s POVSomehow, I manage to get through shopping with Sierra without freaking out about Nolan snooping around James. When we pull up to the house to grab her suitcases, I half-expect the brothers to be waiting at the door, guns drawn, ready to take me out right then and there. “You good?” she yawns, dragging her suitcase down the hallway. “I’m the one who crashed with Flint last night. Man, I was so wasted. What a stupid move. You’re acting like you’re the one who did something scandalous.” I bite my lip, wishing I could spill the beans. She knows the undercover me better than anyone else, and the holes in my stories would be obvious. “Just a lot happening in this house, you know?” “Oh, I get it,” she nods. “So, you and Nolan…?” “Maybe?” She gives my back a reassuring rub. “Could be worse.” “What about you and Flint?” “Ugh, no way. I can’t go through that again. I’m too old for his drama now.” “You really think he hasn’t changed?” “Oh, I’m sure he ha
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Beatrice’s POVWe’re in Flint’s office for the first time, and it’s quite a change from Nolan’s place. While Nolan’s space is all about those gray tones, Flint’s vibe leans towards deep blacks and blood reds. It’s not as spacious, either—no gym area here, but there’s a massive wooden table covered in city maps.Looking at their makeshift war table, I totally get why Flint wanted Nolan on his team. Their thought processes are like night and day. The strategies Nolan’s coming up with on the spot are pretty impressive. I can’t help but wonder if I could sway him to my side. Having someone like him backing me would definitely up my safety game.Flint’s rubbing his chin, focused on the main map while Nolan points out some weak spots in the Zhang organization. “I like that,” Flint says, then his gaze shifts to me. “You’re awfully quiet, Beatrice. It’s a bit unsettling. You usually have something to say.”I can’t help but smile a little as I walk around the table, my shoulder brushing agains
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Beatrice’s POVI've been at this for nearly two weeks now, checking in on everyone from the list, stopping by to see what deals are brewing, and trying to gauge how each person is reacting to the patriarch's death in the De Luca family. Nolan went over my names again and confirmed that Flint gave me some solid leads. Meanwhile, Nolan and Flint have been ramping up their war against the Zhang organization, messing with shipments and disrupting the transfer of women and kids. The Zhangs haven't managed to hit back effectively. When the De Luca brothers team up, they're a force to be reckoned with.As I walk into Nolan's office, I catch him mid-change, his shirt halfway pulled over his head as he moves from the treadmill to his desk. "What do you have for me?" he asks, pulling his shirt down and plopping into his chair. I throw some photos and notes onto his desk. "Not much yet. No one seems too broken up or too thrilled about the new leadership." What I keep to myself is their fear of
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Beatrice’s POVThe ride to The Corral is dead quiet. Every breath I take feels like it’s fueled by anger. I’m mad at them, but honestly, I’m more upset with myself. I’ve been so twisted in my thinking that I thought we were doing something noble by going to war with the Zhangs. We were supposed to be breaking the cycle, giving those women and kids a shot at a better life. But really, Nolan and Flint are just cashing in while those vulnerable people suffer.“So far,” Flint shifts in the backseat, and I brace myself for a comment I know I won’t like, “this is turning out to be a fantastic night. Thanks a lot for inviting me and Nolan, Beatrice. So generous of you.”“Shut up, Flint.” I stare out the front passenger window as the city lights dim. “You invited yourself.”“At some point, you’ll be grateful I did that.”“Not a chance.”“Leave her alone, Flint.”I catch Flint pointing at me from the corner of my eye. “She’s all worked up because she had some Robin Hood fantasy in her head. It
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Beatrice’s POVIt might look like I’m all in on the fight in the cage, but honestly, I’m not really absorbing any of it. Every now and then, Flint leans in to whisper some strategy, and I just nod, even though his words barely register. The anger inside me is like an endless pit, all aimed at Nolan. I know it’s not rational, but I can’t seem to rein it in. His face in the hallway, his role in trafficking women and children, and the way he’s so into the fight like it doesn’t matter at all—it's all just fueling my rage beneath the surface.Throughout the rounds, the bar staff swing by the front rows to take drink orders. The three of us down beer after beer, trying to wash away the tension with every gulp. When they finally haul the last beaten, bloodied guy out of the ring, Flint cheers for his betting skills, and I’m ready to call it a night. “Where’s my autograph from the champ? A selfie? Anything?” He grins at me, finishing off his beer. I trip a bit, and Nolan reaches around Fl
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Flint’s POVThe next morning, Sierra wears dark glasses and won't meet my gaze. Is she pissed at me for what I said last night, or does she regret coming on to me? Probably both.We file into the car. Jay eyes the two of us in the rearview mirror but understands Sierra well enough not to speak. We're headed to the location where the FBI agent is holed up waiting for his forged documents to start over. Jay runs a tight ship for Sierra, and his ability to get shit done is impressive."How far away is this place?" I ask as the city fades into the distance."About half an hour," Jay replies."Perfect." I peek at Sierra's stony face and settle deeper into the seat. I slide my hands along my thighs, and I consider the least assholeish thing to say. "Sleep okay?""Shut up, Flint."Guess that wasn't it. "Jetlag can be a bitch."Sierra tips her glasses down her nose and looks at me over the top of them. My mind flashes to every sexy teacher fantasy I’ve ever had. As though she senses the tight
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