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was handsome. He didn’t need a woman to tell him so.
    Each step of his elaborate plan had been taken with extreme care. The test. The accident. The execution. Now for one more who would restore balance to the world. The one who really mattered.
    He sighed, ran a hand over his face, and turned from his view. Poured himself another Chivas and ran through the scenarios. While the plan seemed under control, he had a wild card to worry about. She was always pushing, pushing, pushing toward the final kill. She didn’t understand the setup, but few people would be capable of that. He’d explained it over and over and still she only saw the end.
    Impatience could cost him his freedom.
    Inside, he put his glass down. He wasn’t worried about the kids—they toed the line. Quite easily, in fact. Cami was giving the boys what they needed, and Faye…
    He sighed.
Faye.
She was really the only one who understood him, who enjoyed his unrivaled brilliance and his physical beauty. She knew, in her heart, exactly who he was. She would do anything he wanted, just because he asked her. She never asked why, she never questioned him. She loved him unconditionally.
    He’d never before had that type of love, and he found himself wanting it more and more, craving his time with Faye to bask in her unbridled need for him. He couldn’t see her tonight, but he would soon.
    It was the
other
one. The wild card. The one who almost blew everything eighteen months ago.
    He was about to leave to visit her, make sure she stuck to the script, when his doorbell chimed.
    Tense, he turned on the front-door security camera to see who was on his front porch.
    It was her.
    He opened the door. “What—”
    “You fucked up!” she yelled.
    He pulled her into the foyer and shut the door. “Don’t—”
    “Turn on the news.
Now.
”
    When he did, he was as surprised as she was. But not upset. “The plan was designed for every contingency. Don’t worry.”
    “How can I not be worried? If they arrest Emily Montgomery, it’s only a matter of time—”
    “They have no evidence.”
    “Since when does evidence matter to the police? They have evidence, they don’t do anything. They don’t have evidence, they’ll make it up.”
    “You’re exaggerating. Just calm down and—”
    “Don’t tell me to calm down!” She started pacing. She’d been pretty at one time, beautiful—he could still see it in her skin and lush hair—but the anger and grief had eaten away the light in her eyes. He was trained to observe, but still he was surprised no one else saw what he did in her face.
    He poured her a Chivas and watched as she drained it in one long gulp. “I promise, there have been no mistakes. Everything is under control.”
    “How can you say that?”
    “Don’t you trust me?”
    “Do you trust me?” she countered.
    He laughed. “No, darling, you’re the last person I trust. But you’ll listen to me and do what I tell you because only then will we get what we’ve wanted for so long. Don’t let the fear in. Sit tight and follow the course I laid out.”
    “I wish I’d done it my way at the beginning.” But she had calmed down, poured herself another drink, and sat on his couch, staring at the amber liquid as if it were rare.
    He sat next to her. “If we’d done it your way, you’d be dead or in jail by now.”
    “Being dead doesn’t sound all that bad,” she whispered. She slugged back the Scotch. “Better than living in Hell.”
             
    Death made her feel alive.
    Holding something so delicate in her hand, something men treasured—their existence—and having the power to let him keep it, or take it.
    Her choice. Her decision.
    Some people didn’t have choices. Some people couldn’t make their own decisions.
    Cami closed her eyes, remembering exactly how it had played out. The plan had been executed perfectly. Victor Montgomery was a creep, through and through, and she knew exactly how to play him. How she had played so