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amuse yourself with her while I take this,” Carlos said mildly.
    As soon as Carlos stepped outside, Tyler’s gaze snapped to mine like a puzzle piece sliding into place. “Are you going to say anything?” he asked, sounding unconcerned and fooling no one.
    I didn’t even know where to start. “Jesus, Tyler. Who the fuck do you think you’re messing with here? You’re going to get yourself killed, do you understand me? Killed. ”
    “That’s not important,” he said. “I asked if you were going to talk.”
    “And what if I am?” I asked. “Shit, I probably should tell him. Then you can get the hell away from here and never come back.”
    Then the chair wasn’t holding me anymore and my back was against the wall. Tyler’s body loomed above me.
    “This isn’t a game,” he ground out.
    His hands were on my wrists, holding them, squeezing them. I didn’t like to be restrained. Maybe I should have been used to it, but hot panic flashed through me. I yanked my arms uselessly. He didn’t let go, but he did relax his hold. I took a deep breath, ignoring the racing of my heart.
    “What’s it going to take?” he asked. “Money? A girl’s gotta eat?”
    My own words from his lips stung. He thought so little of me, which was somehow more painful than the fact that it was all true. I was the worst sort of whore because I took Carlos’s money and then worked to betray him. Because I would convince Tyler he could trust me, and then do anything I could to keep him safe, even if it meant stopping him. Disloyal puta .
    “Sure,” I choked out. “Pay me off.”
    “How much?” he asked.
    “Make an offer.” I rolled my body against his.
    He sucked in a breath. “Fuck, Mia.”
    “Fuck, Mia,” I mimicked. It was immature, but I didn’t care. He already thought the worst of me. He could beat the insolence out of me when he bought me. If Carlos didn’t kill us first.
    “How much to get you to leave?” he asked. “Permanently. Go far away.”
    It was my turn to suck in a breath. His disgust of me went deeper than I’d thought. Pain rattled around in my chest like a pin ball before finally dropping down into the pit of my stomach. Men had hated me before him, but at least they’d wanted me, even if it was only for sex and to act as the occasional punching bag. Despite the erection poking my stomach, he didn’t want me. He wanted to get rid of me.
    Who was I kidding? I couldn’t blame him. If I could get rid of me, I’d do it in a heartbeat. I stared at the pulse that beat in the hollow of his throat, so steady.
    I had no fight left, no hope. “Carlos would find me. He’d kill me.”
    Tyler must have recognized that I didn’t pose a threat to him because he let me go. But he didn’t back up. He stood, broad chest to heaving breasts, breath to breath.
    “I’d protect you,” he said.
    My laugh rang out like the rattle of an empty tin cup. “You and what army?”
    “Not the army,” he said pointedly.
    My eyes snapped to his. And the final chink fell, like a deadbolt locking into place. Witness protection…the Holy Grail that had been dangled in front of me by another man just recently. That man had been with the FBI, and I realized that Tyler was one of them, undercover. Of course. A laugh burbled to the surface. Inappropriate, this entire situation was inappropriate. “You’re faking it, aren’t you? You’re the fucking cops.”
    He frowned and glanced around, adorably peeved.
    I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of it myself. The golden boy of the neighborhood, the soldier, Mr. Perfect. He could never have been a bad guy, the lighting was all wrong.
    I thought of Zachary, Carlos’s nephew and my contact in the FBI. Dark hair, a grim mouth, and tortured eyes. That was a man who belonged in the underworld. Only an irrepressible sense of honor had kept him on the straight and narrow despite his familial ties.
    They couldn’t have been more opposite, Zachary and Tyler. One man’s redemption,