Page 107 of Lethal Attraction

Atlas rubs a hand across his mouth as he shakes his head. “He hasn’t even asked to relocate her. Why care about whether she’s dead or not?”

“Because she’s his spy,” Thalia says with an arctic chill dripping from her words. “She’s just as fucked in the head as her husband was.”

Rowan nods in agreement. “We need twenty-four-hour surveillance on Crystal. Dom, Theo, can you keep an eye on her until I can get someone to relieve you?”

Both assassins look at each other. “On it,” Theo winks.

Addison’s phone pings, and she looks at it. “Logan and the Northwestern Branch should be here any day now. They’ve pretty much tied up all their loose ends.”

“Good,” Rowan says. “We’ll need all the help we can get.”

“War is coming,” Bailey adds gravely as she rolls her glass on the table. “Brooks is going to fucking pay for what he’s done.”

Dom leans forward, brushing a strand of Bailey’s hair aside as the table goes completely silent. No one even breathes as he stares at her fervently. Her eyes widen on the table before her, a blush spreading over her cheeks.

“We’ll end this,” Theo whispers with conviction.

“Well, this is fucking fantastic.”

Bailey’s head whips up, and she freezes in place. Across from her, a thin, tall man in a suit crosses his arms over his chest as he glares at the trio. Not to be rude, but he definitely doesn’t look like he fits in here at all. Not with his slicked-back hair and the thick silver glinting on his wrist.

“Liam,” Bailey smiles, rising from her chair. “You said you weren’t coming—”

“I wasn’t,” he interrupts rudely before his hands fall to his sides and his fists tighten. “That was until you wouldn’t answer my calls.”

Bailey’s head rears. “Your calls? I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for two days. Why haven’t you been answering me?”

He straightens his tie, his expression sharpening. “I’ve been busy with work.”

Bailey’s jaw shifts as her smile fades. “Uh, huh. Always busy with work. You know someone is trying to kill me, right?”

“And whose fault is that?” Liam retorts.

Theo attempts to shoot up from his seated position, murder etched into his features before Dom reaches behind Bailey and plants a hand on the blonde man’s shoulder, forcing him back into his chair.

“Wait,” Bailey scoffs, her fingers touching her temples. “Are you blaming me for this?”

Liam sighs, looking away from the table. “Can we not do this here?”

“Fine,” Bailey bites as she grabs her coat.

They head for the door, but before they can make it there, I feel a crawling sensation along my neck. Like someone is watching me.

I glance behind me and catch a tall, older woman dipping out of the bar with her head of black hair tucked. I only catch a sliver of her features, but she seems oddly familiar. Almost as if she may be related to someone…

“Sorry sack of shit,” Theo spits before turning to Dom. “Why didn’t you let me hurt the fucker? Didn’t you see the way he was talking to her?”

Dom nods, but doesn’t say anything.

Alana is the voice of reason as she reaches a hand across the table. “Look, I know you two…feel strongly for Bailey, but Liam is her fiancé.”

“Even if he is a fucking jackass,” Thalia mutters before flicking a straw paper.

“You can say that again,” Addison grumbles.

“He shouldn’t be talking to her like that,” Theo shakes his head in disappointment.

“I know,” Loxley says under her breath. “But we have to respect her wishes, okay?”