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"Ask Duncan, he'syourbrother," I said miffed.
"Elsa,arrête d'être un casse-pieds," Thierry quipped, asking me to stop being a pain in the ass in French.
"I'm not being a pain in your ass or anyone else's," I muttered.
Before either man could prod me further, the front door chimed as a couple walked in. Tourists.
Thierry gave me a warning look that said,sit your ass here and don't move. "I'll be right back." He headed over to help the customers.
I wrapped my hands around the warm cup and sipped the soothing chamomile tea. Dean watched me intently.
"Babe, please?" His tone was soft, coaxing.
I sighed, the stress of the past few days pressing heavily on my shoulders. "Do you know a guy called Dom or Jett Percival?"
Dean arched an eyebrow.
"He's some kind of American James Bond."
Dean sighed.
"You know him," I accused him. He didn't say yes or no; he just looked at me patiently.
I drank tea, fuming.
Why did I have to tell them what Duncan did? Why didn't Duncan do that? He was the one in the wrong.
"Duncan asked me to come to his office, and your friend Dom/Jett…whatever was there."
"Dom isn't exactly a friend," Dean grumbled.
I waved a hand in dismissal. After taking care of customer, Thierry joined us at our table, his arms crossed, and his expression grim.
"Anyway, this Dom person said Vincent is one of the most dangerous arms dealers they've been keeping an eye on. They accused me to of having something going on with Vincent. Can you believe that? Dom threatened me, and Duncan, theasshole, just sat there. He didn't defend me. He didn't say a word." Tears filled my eyes as the pain of that moment slammed into me yet again.
Dean's jaw tightened, anger flashing in his eyes. "That idiot," he muttered. "I can't believe he let Dom manipulate him like that. And then to not stand up for you? That's unforgivable."
"Who's this Dom?" Thierry wanted to know.
"Can't tell you, man," Dean shook his head. "He'ssupposedlyone of the good guys. That's all I got."
"He's an American agent, who has been watching Vincent who is apparently selling chemical weapons. Dom mentioned white phosphorous."Even I who didn’t know much about this stuff had heard of that terrible weapon.
Thierry frowned. "Vincent moves guns; he's not into chemical weapons."
"I don't give a shit what he's into," I cried out. "I can't believe I married a man who let someone treat me that way. What's wrong with me, huh? My father uses me. My husband wants to use me. Why can't I just be enough without beinguseful?"
Thierry wrapped an arm around me. I put my forehead on his shoulder, feeling like a fool. "I told him I loved him, and he does this. He never said the words back to me. "Apparently, he doesn't know what it means."
"Bullshit." Dean slammed his fist on the table, making it rock. "He's madly in love with you. He just has issues. Duncan’s wireda little differently, Elsa, but I swear, the man is head over heels for you. I've never seen him so devoted to—"
"Tais-toi," I burst out. "Shut up. It hurts too much to hear that. I thought he could learn to love me if we stayed together. But how can I be with someone who wanted to use me like that?"
Thierry's face was grim. "If Duncan were here right now, I'd bash his head in." He kissed my hair. "You don't deserve this, Elsa. You've done nothing but be kind and caring."
I wiped my tears with the napkin under the teacup. Anger and sadness combined into a painful knot in my chest. "I don't know what to do. I can't go back to him, not after this. But I also can't stop loving him. And I'm going to have a baby."
Dean reached across the table, taking my hand in his. "We're here for you, Elsa. Whatever you need, we'll make sure you're okay. My brother might be a damn fool, but you've got us."
