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important. They help us get shit done without a lot of fuss. Things we couldn’t do if we didn’t have that weapon in our arsenal.”
    Jesus on a fucking pogo stick. Tucker loves to ramble on and tell stories, but I wish he’d left them back where he came from with the Dixie Mafia.
    “What’s the one thing a weapon can’t do, Nathan?” Tucker asks.
    Despite the fact I know the answer the way holy rollers spout Bible verses, I have to choke the words out of my throat. “Think, sir. Weapons don’t think.”
    “That’s my boy.” He pats me on the back. “We don’t know if the tip is legit or not, but we’re not taking any chances. Not with Ferrara arriving soon.”
    “Alexander Ferrara?”
    “You got a problem with that?” Tucker asks. “Cause I know you two got some history. No need to go digging up shit that’s better of buried, am I right?”
    Billionaire Alexander Ferrara blackballed me the last time (the one and only time) my name was placed before the De Luca syndicate for the chance to become a made man. Back then, I thought about taking him off the table permanently simply for the insult. Of course, I came to my senses and backed down. That and the fact that Ferrara plays some of the most twisted games H&S can conceive. As far as I know, he was responsible for the death of at least one young woman, possibly more.
    For all the good it did me, I ended up stalking him for a couple of months. What I found out was that eliminating Ferrara was easier imagined than actually achieved, considering the state-of-the-art security that accompanies him everywhere he goes on the planet. For that reason, he got to live.
    “I have no problem with Ferrara,” I lied.
    “Good.”
    “Because if the feds managed to insert one of their own into Ferrara’s game. . .” Tucker pauses meaningfully, “I don’t think I have to spell out just how ugly things could go for all of us.”
    There’s no love lost between Ferrara and Tucker Voss. I suspect Ferrara would have kicked Tucker out of the syndicate years ago if he could have pulled it off. It’s mainly Tucker’s powerful connection to the De Luca family that has kept him safe. Plus the fact that whenever the billionaire is in the city, Tucker has his lips firmly suctioned on Ferrara’s ass, providing the freaky fuck with anything he desires.
    Would Tucker back me if I promised him I could take Ferrara out?
    The voice in the back of my head is cold and calculating. It’s the hunter within who hasn’t been able to do what he does best for weeks and weeks. Just thinking of stalking and tracking Ferrara while he’s in the city makes my fingers itch to haul my weapons out of storage.
    Tucker has turned back to the monitors again. He’s watching Hunter Daniels escort a new pawn back to the VIP section. “See that one?” He points at the screen. “Bitch broke the rules. She didn’t come alone like she was supposed to. She brought someone with her, and on top of that, she passed her phone to the bitch.” Tucker points to another woman on the screen. “That’s the one she gave the phone to. Check her out. Find out what she knows.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “And for fuck’s sake, make sure she’s not wearing a goddamn wire,” Tucker shouts after me as I pass into the elevator and punch the button for the main floor.
    I don’t bother to hide the shit-eating grin on my face. Tucker just ordered me to investigate the redhead.
    I’m going to be all over that job.

 
     
     
     
     
    BROOKE
     
     
    I lock eyes with a tall man in a dark suit who shouldn’t look any different than the three hundred or more other impressive men clustered in the club. Except there’s something about him that draws me. Vaguely, I remember seeing him in the crowd near the front door when Caylee and I arrived—just another hot guy in a crowd of hot guys. Only now he’s staring at me with an intensity that feels intimate, like a touch capable of crossing the room all by itself, sliding