“Oh, I can help with that. Me, me. Pick me.” Logan Sterling was a complete asshole.
Nash glared at him. A shut-the-hell-up glare.
Logan did not heed the message. “He learned it when your grandfather paid him a visit. Carmello came to him in person. Years ago,” Logan purred. “Back when you were in college, I believe. Your groom might have been in med school, if I remember correctly.”
The prick had too much knowledge. That much intel—fuck, he can’t be trusted.
“Get your hands off her,” Nash commanded him flatly, “or every single finger will be broken.”
Logan snatched his hands back. “The possessive type, got it. Forgive me for not realizing it, but when you let her walk away for eight years, I just wasn’t sure how involved you really were. My mistake.”
Eight years. The smarmy sonofabitch had intel that he should not possess. Who the hell is Logan Sterling working for? How does he know so much? “Consider me highly involved.”
Delaney spun to face Logan. “Did you know my grandfather?”
A nod. “Not well. You don’t want to know men like Typhon well. You want to stay out of their way.”
Fucking hell. Nash’s teeth snapped together.
“What?” A hard, negative shake of Delaney’s head. “My grandfather was not Typhon. Kurt is Typhon. I heard Kurt get called that by a man he shot. A man he killed!”
Enough of this. Logan was too much of an unknown, and this scene was done. It had already exploded in Nash’s face enough. Nash grabbed Delaney. Tossed her over his shoulder. She was sharing far too much with a man who Nash believed was their enemy, and as for Logan, Nash didn’t trust him for a second.
“What in the hell are you doing?” Delaney yelled at him.
“Carmello Ricci was Typhon,” Logan said with complete certainty. He didn’t even quirk an eyebrow at seeing Nash toss Delaney over his shoulder. “That’s why your husband here—and his boss—worked so hard to bring Carmello down all those years. Why they stalked him. Carmello was very, very big game in the spy world.”
Nash spun for the door. But it was too late. Logan had revealed too much.
Delaney kicked him, hard. “Don’t you dare.” She twisted and shoved in his hold. “Let me go. Now!”
He held her tighter.
“When Carmello died,” Logan just kept right on dropping classified intel that he had no business possessing, “Kurt wanted to inherit everything that your grandfather left behind. That meant the property, the criminal enterprises, and the title that went along with it. The title of Typhon. But in order to get all of that, Kurt really needed you, Delaney. You were the key.”
She stopped struggling against Nash. “Put me down, Nash.” So much pain and anger in her words. It was the pain that got him.
Fuck. He’d grabbed her purely out of desperate instinct. He’d wanted to run and carry her out of that office before Logan Sterling could shatter her world.
Our world.
“Congratulations,” Logan told Nash. “Guess you beat Kurt to the punch. You married her. Does that mean that you’re now the king of all fucking monsters? Are you the new Typhon?”
Nash slowly lowered Delaney until her feet touched the floor. He stared at her face, and he hated the agony and betrayal that he saw in her expression.
“Is it true?” she whispered.
Fuck.
But she nodded, as if she’d seen the answer. Then, “Did you break up with me because of who my grandfather was?”
Dammit—
She sucked in a breath, and he knew she’d seen too much yet again.
Rage and desperation twisted inside of Nash. “Delaney, I will explain.” But not there. Not with Logan watching everything.
Nash caught her wrist. The wrist that still bore a mark from the ropes that Kurt had put on her. He eased Delaney behind him even as he snatched up the gun he’d put down moments before. Once more, he aimed the weapon at a seemingly unconcerned Logan. “Who the hell are you working for?”
