Gray waited. And waited. And… “She walked in and you just did not have the physical strength to walk away?”
Actually, he’d carried her out, then driven away with her. “The prick who came after her tonight?—”
“Judas Long.”
He nodded. “Bear of a guy, bald, bushy beard, nose ring?” Just so they were talking about the same man.
Gray inclined his head.
“He tried to get the jump on me the night that Agnes came into my bar. She, uh, let me know he was closing in for the kill.”
Gray crossed his arms over his chest. “Pretty sure she said that she saved you.”
“Of course, she’d say that. I had it handled.” But… “She didn’t have to step in. She did. Then I kicked the prick’s ass. Turns out the guy is a floater who was looking to switch MC allegiances. He thought that by going after me, he’d make a killer name for himself.” A roll of one shoulder. “He thought wrong. But he learned exactly who Agnes was. Word has now spread, and I don’t want her getting zipped up in a body bag because she had the bad taste to—number one—save my life and number two?—”
“To fuck you?”
“That wasn’t bad taste. That was her lucky night.”
Gray rolled his eyes.
Grim, Cass told him, “Because of me, she will be targeted, again and again. Tonight’s attack will just be the first of many.”
“Dammit,” Gray repeated.
Yes, dammit. Dammit straight to hell and back. “Bright side,” Cass gritted out.
Gray frowned at him. “Did you just freaking say ‘bright side’ to me? Since when do you ever have a bright side?”
Since I get to keep Agnes at my side. Wow. Hold up. He wasn’t looking forward to this madness. Was he? Cass cleared his throat. “Bright side, you’ll have a Fed embedded with me.”
“Yeah, the whole problem is that I had a Fed in bed with you.”
Smartass. “We’ll take down some very powerful individuals. I’ll finally wrap up the fucking mission…”
Those were words he’d never said, not out loud. But an end had to come…
The end would be on his terms. His way. And he’d raise as much hell on the way to the grave as he possibly could.
Silence.
“You’re…wrapping up the mission,” Gray repeated carefully.
He nodded. “My objectives have nearly all been reached.”
“No, they haven’t.” Gray watched him with that intense, knowing stare. “You’re still after revenge. Still looking to burn down the world.” His mouth tightened. “So the hell is she. That’s why this is a clusterfuck. The whole thing could explode in our faces.”
He closed in on his cousin. “Why is Agnes looking for revenge?”
Instead of answering him, Gray let out a long sigh. “How did you and Agnes get together?”
She walked into a bar and asked what she had to do in order to get—“The usual way.”
Gray waited.
Cass didn’t share more. He’d already said that she came into his bar. That she’d intervened with that dumbass Judas. There was no more info that Gray needed. “Do I look like I kiss and tell?”
“Agnes isn’t what you think.”
