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"Fuck no," I repeated.
"Come on, man. If she's fucking him, this is how—"
"She's not fucking him," I cut him off. "Elsa is my wife, you son of a bitch, so show some damn respect."
"Your wife spends time in the house of a ruthless arm's dealer. She's the daughter of the most powerful and vicious gangster France has ever seen. Don't talk to me about respect."
I walked up to Dom and grabbed his collar. "I said, show some fucking respect."
Dom didn't even flinch. "This isn't just about your wife. Arsenault is into white phosphorous. Have you seen what that does to a body?"
I let him go. White phosphorous was a nightmare, a weapon that burned fiercely and indiscriminately, leaving nothing but devastation in its wake. The images I'd seen, the reports I'd read—they were seared into my mind, impossible to forget.
"It's horrific," I said quietly, the grimness of the situation settling over me. "But dragging Elsa into this? She's pregnant, Dom."
Dom's eyes were cold, unyielding. "Sometimes, the lines between friend and enemy blur. You know that better than anyone. This isn't a game, Duncan. It's about stopping something far worse. And, yeah, I know she's pregnant, and I don't think it's yours."
"Dom, don't make me fuck you up. You need to—"
"We need inside Arsenault's house. If your wife is so fucking pure, then she can show it by helping us," Dom barked.
I ran a hand through my hair, frustration boiling just beneath the surface. "And what if she gets hurt? Or worse?"
"We'll do everything we can to protect her," Dom said, his tone softer now but still firm.
"That means fuck all, Dom."
"It's the best I can do."
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts. The risk was immense, but so were the stakes. I couldn't let my fear paralyze me. Not now.
"What the fuck does that mean?"
"It means that if you don't let me handle your wife, someone else will."
I stared at him, feeling all the blood drain out of my face. "Dom?"
He shook his head. "I told you when you married her that this was beyond me, and it is. If I don't talk to her about this, I can guarantee you, the DGSE is going to be all over her."
The DGSE, France’s counterpart to the CIA, was the country's secret intelligence and counterintelligence agency, operating under the Ministry of Defense.
"She's innocent."
"If you're so sure about it, then let me talk to her," Dom thundered. "Let me figure this out for you. For the fucking world."
I thought about it for a long moment and then grabbed my phone. I dialed Elsa's number, my fingers trembling with anger. While I waited for her to pick up, I typed out a quick message to my assistant, asking him to arrange transportation for my wife.
"Hey, husband. I'm making—"
"Elsa, a car will be picking you up shortly. I need you in my officenow."
"Duncan, what's going on?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion.
"We'll talk when you get here," I said, making an effort to sound composed. "Just come to my office."
I hung up, took a deep breath, and worked on steeling myself, freezing my emotions.
Elsa’s betrayal cut deep, and I wasn’t sure if I could ever believe in her again. I’d always been cautious with people, and this felt like a confirmation of my worst fears.
