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“And he loved choking me. He went too far twice. To the point, I blacked out. Eventually, I tried to walk away. He refused to let me go. I reached out to Uncle Anson for help.”
Quinn’s eyes slammed shut. “No, Kennedy,” he grumbled.
“Duke would be a thing of the past if I did-”
Peering into my eyes, Quinn squeezed my shoulders. “One more thing,” he finished for me.
I visibly swallowed passed the lump in my throat.
He pulled me into his arms. “I shouldn’t have ever left you. Soon, it will be over,” he whispered.
We had to be mindful of what we said in my dad’s home.
The house was bugged. My father had listening devices and cameras everywhere. He had to. How else could he stay on top of the drug game?
Quinn took a step back.
Peeking over my shoulder, I met Franco’s gaze. He was drinking another coke. His platinum wedding band glistened under the light.
“Quinn, you’re right. Your situation is unique. Duke hired you to kill me. If you would’ve brought this to my attention weeks ago, Clip’s finger would’ve been on the trigger ready to kill you.”
My eyes widened.
“And he would’ve had every right to,” Quinn said.
“No,” I roared, turning my back to Quinn, widening my arms in a protective stance.
“Kennedy, you would’ve expected your team to react the same way,” Quinn said.
I lowered my head, nodding because he was right. Fuck, I hated that he was right. My eyes slammed shut. This was the part I loathed about the crime life. Sometimes it was difficult to keep the people you loved safe.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Franco’s low voice sounded close. His large hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his arms.
“Kennedy, I made a promise to you. I told you I wouldn’t kill Quinn. Why?”
“Because you didn’t believe he stole from you.”
“That’s right.” His hands smoothed over my back in soothing circles. “We’re a family now.”
“I knew it,” Quinn muttered at my back.
A small chuckle rattled in my chest. I met my husband’s gaze as my fingers brushed over his lower back. I leaned up on my tippy toes and planted a kiss on his lips. Franco deepened our kiss before reluctantly pulling back.
“I’ll let you two continue cooking.” He turned to the doorway where Clip and Bonnie stood.
“Clip, my bag please.” He sat at the other end of the long kitchen counter.
“Franco, what will you do about Duke?” Quinn asked as he poured cold shrimp into a bowl.
He opened his laptop. “Easy. You’re going to kill me.”
“What?” Clip yelled.
Franco chuckled. “Not literally.”
You’d think Clip would know his best friend's twisted sense of humor by now.
“Quinn, you’ll show Duke pictures of my dead body.”
