At some point in my young life, I’d become very suspicious of everyone, even the men that I knew would never hurt me the way I’d been hurt too many times before.
The one person that I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that wouldn’t hurt me, would always choose me? That was Belle.
It’d been such a short time, but in that short time, I knew that she would always choose me.
Over her own family. Her mom and her dad. Her brothers. Her sisters. Hell, I knew she had a nephew, and I had a feeling she’d choose me even over him.
That made me feel… right.
Like for the first time in my life, I had someone that I could trust without any worry that they’d betray me, forget me, hurt me, or downright disappoint me.
Belle was… mine.
Lynn on the screen started to get angry. His eyes were now narrowed, and his fists were clenched.
The governor sat back in his chair, a smarmy smile on his face that I wanted to knock off with my fists, and the knowledge on his face that he was untouchable.
Well, he wasn’t untouchable.
If we took him out, his operation probably wouldn’t die. But the ease of access would.
If nothing else, we could start here and finish elsewhere.
I had a feeling, based on the tightness of Lynn’s jaw, that he realized it, too.
The governor, seeing that look on Lynn’s face, leaned forward and pressed a button that Lynn couldn’t see—though Lynn could tell that he’d pressed the button. We knew it was there before he’d even gone in—but I could from my vantage point.
That’s when I started to move.
Yes, Lynn could handle himself.
But I didn’t see a reason for him to if I was here to help.
The pounding in my head intensified as I started to move toward the house.
I pulled out my phone, made one single phone call, then shoved it back into my pocket.
Without knocking—because why the fuck would I—I entered the residence and walked to where I knew Lynn and the governor to be.
Just before arriving, the answer to the governor’s prayers—at least he thought they were the answer—rounded the corner on the opposite side of the hallway.
I withdrew my weapon and shot twice.
One to the chest of the first man that I could see. And one to the side of the neck of the second.
Two shots. Two kills.
Thank God for silencers.
The door to the governor’s office was shut.
Despite the silencer, when I opened it, both men were already on their feet, having heard the commotion outside the door.
Lynn looked at me with annoyance.
“Yes, I know you could’ve handled it,” I grumbled. “But I was tired of sitting in the fucking van.”
“Who are you, and why are you in my house?” the governor asked in a high-pitched, squeaky voice.