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Meaning the bodies.

The blood.

The guns.

It was no easy task with so many bodies scattered, but as the men kept rolling in over the next half an hour, it would be easier.

“This was my fucking fault,” I said, looking down at the body of my soldier.

He’d come to me as a street kid, just broken himself out of the foster care system, looking for opportunities for himself.

Young and hungry, that was who he’d been.

Maybe a bit too cocky, too sure of himself.

But he’d been a good, loyal guy.

And now he was dead.

“Can’t take this on your shoulders without putting it on mine too,” Luca reminded me. “I signed off on this. Without doing any research on this fuck.”

I hadn’t done much either.

Mostly out of pure ignorance. Thinking that we already knew everyone in the area who might be a threat. And the name Warren Graves had never been spoken of before as far as any of us were concerned.

We’d gotten too complacent.

Too sure of ourselves.

And too cocky, thinking no one would dare to fuck with us.

Clearly, though, Warren Graves hadn’t gotten that memo. Which also meant there would likely be others who didn’t either.

“But now,” Luca said, “now we research the fuck out of this bastard. He has to pay for this.”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

Despite everything else that had gone down, it was the woman with the cuff on her wrist that flashed back into the forefront of my mind.

Yeah.

He had a fuck of a lot to pay for.

And I secretly hoped I would be the one to make him do it.

CHAPTER FOUR

Claire

I didn’t sleep.

I couldn’t.

There was a palpable tension in the mansion that night, men coming and going, everyone tense, faces tight, eyes… fearful.

Fearful of what?

Of who?

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