Beatrice’s POVThe casino doesn’t look like much from the outside. It’s just a few sections of a strip mall with darkened windows, located in a part of Sicily I wouldn’t normally visit. Once we step through the sliding doors, it’s clear that the inside isn’t any better. Everything seems worn out, like it’s stuck in the seventies. Slot machines are crammed into every corner, and the smell of stale smoke hits me hard.“You own this place?” My voice lacks any enthusiasm.Nolan shoots me a sideways glance as he walks toward the back. “It’s not what it seems.”We’ve got a security guard in front of us and another behind.“Are you going to give me more details?”“Not at the moment.”“Trust—”“Is something you earn. You’ve got it from Sierra, but you need to earn it from me.” He points his finger, his face serious.Nolan’s knack for blending in or standing out, depending on what he needs, is impressive. Even some of the agents I know can’t pull that off.“Just watch and learn.” Nolan approa
Beatrice’s POVI spend the next few weeks shadowing Nolan around the city as he makes deals, chats with people, and stacks up cash. I can never quite figure out what Flint does all day. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of him, but most of the time it feels like it’s just Nolan and me in the house. Flint’s like a ghost. One day, while I’m sitting on the edge of my bed thinking about hitting the gym, my phone buzzes with that familiar tone. I grab it from the nightstand and see a simple message. “Lunch is on me today. James.”I check the clock and realize I’ve got two hours to get to a dive bar in R Island. I quickly throw on my go-to outfit of black pants and a shirt, pulling my dark hair into a tight ponytail. Snatching my jacket off the chair where I tossed it last night, I head down the hall to ask for the day off. I ring Nolan’s office, wishing I could just walk in. We go through our usual routine, and he buzzes me into the room. “You should really set up a camera out there so we ca
Beatrice’s POVOnce his eyes adjust, he spots me at the bar. Dalton steps in right behind him, his broad shoulders nearly scraping the doorframe. James is busy cleaning the bar, keeping his distance from me now. I admire how quickly he can read a situation. Just moments ago, he was holding my hand.Flint frowns and shoves his hands into his pockets as he approaches me. “You came all the way to R Island just for a drink at this dump?”“It caught my eye.” I motion to the empty stool next to me. “Want a drink?” My heart races, pounding against my ribs. He followed me. How did I not notice? The fact that I missed it is scarier than him being here. These are the kinds of slip-ups that can get agents killed.Flint settles into the stool next to me. He glances over his shoulder and tells Dalton, “Keep an eye on the door.”“Whiskey?” I ask.“Irish Car Bomb.” Flint shoots me a sideways look.I swallow hard and signal to James, who’s at the far end of the bar. He strolls over like he’s got noth
Beatrice’s POVNolan and ten other guys are hanging around some vans and SUVs just a couple of blocks from The Corral. Even though we’ve been running errands together for weeks, this place feels unfamiliar to me since it’s in Morfil territory. Being here makes my heart race in a weird way. Sometimes I worry I might actually have a heart attack trying to keep my cool while everything inside me is going crazy. I really need to get rid of the note in my pocket. With so many people around, I can’t risk keeping it. I pull it out and crumple it up, tossing it into a garbage can as I walk by.As we get closer, Nolan’s eyes lock onto me. He steps aside and motions for me to stand next to him. I slide in beside him and glance at the others, trying to figure out how to bring up Flint showing up in Newport out of nowhere.It’s like Nolan can sense my tension. “Flint followed you,” he says, a smirk playing on his lips.I squint at him. “You knew?”“That’s why I let you go solo. Thought my screw-
Beatrice’s POVAs I step out of the bathroom, I catch the attention of fifteen guys, all sizing me up. Some are from Morfil’s crew, while others belong to Nolan. One of Terry’s guys gives me a smirk, and I can practically hear his snarky comment before he even says it. “Morning sickness? Did Nolan get you pregnant already?” He laughs, glancing at the others for their reactions. My mind races with clever comebacks, but I filter out the ones that might get me in trouble. “No, jerk. Just food poisoning. Next time I feel like throwing up, I’ll aim for you, sound good?” A few of his friends stifle their laughter behind their hands. “Wouldn’t be the first time a woman’s lost her lunch at the sight of him,” one of them chimes in, chuckling. Suddenly, the office door swings open, and Nolan storms out, with Dalton and Ian right behind him. He scans the room before saying, “We’re done here. The terms are garbage.” Terry leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. Unlike Nolan and Flint
Beatrice’s POVFlint pushes away from the counter and leans over the island. “What the hell is my brother doing taking you to the Morfils?” I bristle at his words. “You got a problem with me going to The Corral?” “I’ve got a problem with anyone getting mixed up with the Morfils.” “Except you used to fight for them.” “That was just a means to an end back then.” “What do you mean by that?” “I had my own agenda. Didn’t turn out the way I hoped.” “Got it,” I say, nodding. “That makes more sense.” Flint laughs a little, resting his forearms on the granite island. “Please tell me my brother isn’t thinking about getting cozy with Terry.” “Not sure. I wasn’t feeling great.” I lift my spoon. “Apparently, the human body needs food to keep going.” He sips his beer quietly for a bit while I finish my stew. His face is hard to read. “How does The Corral work?” I scrape the last bits of stew from the bowl. My brother’s name keeps ringing in my head. The picture of Claude on th
Beatrice’s POVThe sudden knock on my bedroom door jolts me awake. My hand instinctively reaches for the gun I’ve stashed under the bed. “We’re rolling out in fifteen,” Dalton calls from the other side. “Fifteen?” I let out a sigh, relaxing my shoulders as I rub my face. I throw the covers off and glance at the clock. Somehow, I’ve managed to sleep until ten. Of course, I was wide awake until nearly three. “That’s all the time you have for your beauty routine. When Flint says it’s time to go, we leave whether you’re ready or not.” “Understood.” I grab the gun from its hiding spot and set it on the nightstand. I dash into the bathroom, brushing my teeth with one hand while trying to tame my hair with the other. I quickly ditch my pajamas for a fresh black outfit. Thanks a lot, Dalton. An alarm would’ve been a lifesaver. Why didn’t I set one? At least I showered last night. I grab my gun and slide it into my coat. I check my other weapons for ammo and make sure they’re
Beatrice’s POV Saying I don’t know James makes me look clueless. But agreeing to it just complicates things further. “Yeah.” I pretend to be oblivious and tilt my head. “Yeah, you might be onto something.” “Coincidences drive me crazy. Go talk to him in the alley. I need to know why he’s here instead of Newport.” As we step into the bright sunlight, Flint scans the bustling street. “Take Dalton with you.” “I can handle one bartender,” I scoff. He gives me an irritated look. “This isn’t a shakedown. I want info, not cash.” Playing dumb is my least favorite way to buy time, but sometimes it’s all I’ve got. “I know that.” My tone is sharp. “I can take care of this. Want to watch? Go ahead. You brought me here, so you might as well put me to work.” With his hands in his pockets, Flint watches the cars go by, his face hard to read. The other guys shift around behind us, some lighting up cigarettes. “You’ve got five minutes to give me a reason I can accept. After that, I’m sendi
Beatrice’s POVDai Qing’s phone buzzes as we make our way to the medical building. “He’s out of the coma and ready for visitors. Perfect timing.” She slips her phone into her pocket. My stomach twists at the thought of James and the fact that Nolan and Flint are responsible for what happened. Flint did it for kicks, and Nolan thought he was protecting me. I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans as we step inside. I know he won’t blame me, but I can’t shake the feeling that I could have done something to help him sooner, maybe figured out that Flint was gathering people I didn’t even know about.“How are you holding up, seeing him like this?” She turns slightly and raises an eyebrow. “I don’t think anyone enjoys seeing him like this. That’s not really what you mean, is it?” “Well, I know you two had a… thing.” Dai Qing chuckles. “Did he mention that to you?” “He hinted at it a few times, but he never outright said it.” “That makes sense.” “Does it?” “I mean, he’s had feelings for yo
Beatrice’s POVNolan’s remarks about his secret project, how Flint didn’t grasp the significance of what he was working on, and his mention of setting something in motion that he wasn’t sure he could stop, keep popping into my mind. “No one told me anything?” She slams the folder down on the table behind her. “And risk you blowing your cover? You’re already too invested in him. If you knew, you’d have ruined your own story.” I shake my head, though a small part of me wonders if she’s got a point. “I should have been informed.” “We couldn’t take that chance. He turned us down flat. He said he’d only give up Flint if his brother killed their father. Any other situation wasn’t negotiable.” She gestures toward Nolan in the other room, leaning over the table at Zahir, who looks completely unfazed, hands relaxed. Other agents are around, watching closely, hands near their weapons. “You can guess he’s a bit upset we were at his place.” “What did you tell him?” “That when he refused us,
Beatrice’s POVI reach out blindly for a steel chair and plop down into it. “You knew?” Dai Qing asks, her brow furrowing. “No,” I reply, shaking my head. “I was just a kid.” Her frown deepens. “But you know something now.” I feel a wave of nausea. If Nolan was behind John's death, could he also have had a hand in Claude's? Flint mentioned they killed for each other, and Nolan had told me about John. Flint fought Claude in The Corral, and Claude was really good, one of the best. Could Flint have done it? Did they both do it? “If you know something,” she says, tapping the folder, “you need to share it.” “I don’t know anything,” I say, glancing at her before looking away. “I was only ten. What could I possibly know? I didn’t even realize John was a mechanic. He was just a loser to us. I’m—” I struggle to find the right words. “Shocked he died like that.” Dai Qing sits down in the chair across from me and pulls the folder closer. She flips through it for a moment bef
Beatrice’s POVFrowning, I stare at the text for a few minutes. They’re calling me to headquarters for a meeting. While it would be nice to see James, the timing isn’t great. I need to speak to Dai Qing before I leave for the airport.I dial Sierra’s number and hold the phone to my ear.She answers on the first ring. “Oh, God, Tris. Is he still alive?”“What?”“Flint. He called me early this morning or late last night. I was in a meeting, and so my phone was off. But he left this rambling message on my phone because he was dying.” Her voice catches on a sob.“He’s alive, Sierra.” What else did he say in that message? She’s calling me, so he couldn’t have outed me as FBI to her, or she’d be here shooting me herself. “What did he say in his message?”Sierra takes a few steadying breaths. I picture her worrying a wad of tissues as she talks. “Some personal stuff.”“He has a phone in his room, if you want to call him. But—” I purse my lips. “He won’t remember calling you. His memor
Beatrice’s POVWhile I wait for Nolan to emerge from Flint’s room, I try to stay as still and calm as possible. Inside, I want to fidget, jump up and pace around, anything to release this nervous energy.When the hospital door swings open, Nolan pauses at the threshold for a minute, scanning the hallway for me, and I almost collapse in relief. His expression is the one I’ve come to recognize so well. There’s no rage or confusion anywhere. Whether Flint remembers or not, he didn’t say anything to his brother.“He wants to see you.” Nolan nods at me.We’re toe-to-toe and he still hasn’t moved from the doorway.“You okay?” I ask.A wisp of a smile flits across his face before it vanishes. His lips brush my temple as one of his arms circles my waist. “I’m headed home. I’m leaving one of the guys here to come with you.” He gestures to a man whose name I can never remember. Felix? Jorge? It’s strange to think how much I relied on Dalton. Nolan’s hand slides away, and his footsteps retr
Beatrice’s POVWe're deep into our second game of Settlers of Catan while we wait for updates. Nolan suddenly remembers that the game was stashed away in a cupboard from a previous waiting period. When I brought it up, he got quiet and mentioned that he used to play it with his dad. Later, Dalton decided to join us while we waited during some other tense moments. The thought of him playing this game with Nolan is both sweet and a bit sad. It's hard to picture him being good at it, but it feels wrong to think that way now that he's gone. Still, I appreciate the distraction from Flint's situation and James's extraction. I'm trying to keep Nolan's strategy in mind because my worrying won't change anything for either of them. When I look up from the board, I catch Nolan watching me. “Need a hand?” he teases, a playful spark in his eyes. “I think I can handle it.” “Because you have choices.” “I see them.” I nod at the board, fiddling with a card in my hand. “I wouldn’t
Beatrice’s POVI stare at Flint’s unconscious body. No one would know if I left him out here. Ian was supposed to have searched the grounds. He’ll bleed out. There’s already so much blood.“Tris?” Nolan’s voice travels across the field, and when I scan behind me, he’s silhouetted against the double doors.Thoughts flick through my brain, almost too brief to catch. He’ll see me walk away. If Flint killed their father, I could get away with leaving him to die. We don’t know for sure. Could Nolan forgive me? Would he understand?Time’s up. Make a choice.“Nolan!” I scream. “Nolan!”He breaks into a run, and I drop to my knees beside Flint. Cradling his head in my lap reminds me of my brother and makes it impossible for me to do anything but sit there, staring at the blood leaking out of him and across the flagstones.Once Nolan reaches my side, there’s a flurry of activity as he struggles to staunch the bleeding while calling an ambulance and then a cleaning crew to collect and dis
Beatrice’s POVThe blaring alarms are so loud they feel like they’re shaking the walls. I bolt upright, my heart racing and adrenaline pumping. Nolan’s already up, slipping into his pants. “What’s going on?” I ask, still trying to shake off the sleep. “Alarm system. We’ve got an intruder.” “Could Flint have accidentally set it off? Or maybe someone else?” I really don’t want him heading downstairs. It’s 3:10 a.m. They could still be lurking around. “Have you heard it go off at all since you got here?” Nolan snaps as he heads to the walk-in closet, rummaging through his clothes. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and quickly throw on my shirt and pants to keep up with him. He’s opened a gun safe and is loading up on weapons, stuffing ammo into his pockets like we’re gearing up for a fight. “You need to stay here.” “If you’re going, I’m going.” His worried eyes lock onto mine. “I don’t want you involved in this.” “If you stay, I’ll stay. If you go, I’m goin
Beatrice’s POVI made it clear to Nolan that he needed to shower before I’d even think about dealing with him. He tried to persuade me to join him, but I was on a tight schedule to find Dai Qing, fill her in on James, and grab whatever info she had on my file. As I rushed out of Nolan’s room, I told him I needed to change because I had blood on my clothes—James’s blood. Just the thought of it makes my stomach twist.I sprint down the hallway and spot Yichun cleaning my area. I pop my head in and say, “Can you please get Dai Qing as fast as you can?” She nods quickly and takes off while I punch in the code to my room. The light flashes red, and it beeps at me. I messed up the numbers. My hand shakes as I try again. Taking a deep breath, I remind myself to stay calm. I can’t lose it now. Flint doesn’t know anything. James needs me. Breathe. I enter the code once more.Just as I’m pulling off my shirt, there’s a sharp knock at the door. Dai Qing walks in with her cleaning supplies, dropp