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Knox double-taps his ear comm. “Law, bring Leo, Ellis, and Julian!”

“Thank you.” I lean my forehead against his chest and breathe in. “Knox… did he die?”

Knox hugs me, covering as much of my body as he possibly can. He lowers his lips, kisses the top of my head, and whispers. “…Yes.”

A violent shudder runs through my body.

God, this is actually happening.

Everything my uncle said, everything Harknett warned me about, is real. Whoever sent those letters doesn’t care about money… They want me dead.

I… I almost died tonight.

But because Knox pulled me out of there before the bottle arrived, someone else died in my place.

Oh, my God…

Someone lost their life because of me.

Alistair and Tae come rushing out, guiding Ellis, Julian, and Leo toward us.

“Cillian!” Leo shouts, running over and grabbing my hand. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” I sob, unable to get closer to Leo because Knox won’t let me go. “Are you okay?”

“I am.”

SCREEEECH!

A black SUV rounds the corner, changes lanes faster than I’ve ever seen, and stops right in front of us.

“Get in!” says Björn from the driver’s seat.

Knox opens the door, shoves me in, and pulls out the seatbelt. “Put this on,” he orders, and is about to close the door when Julian runs up to us.

“Wait!” Julian’s lips tremble. “Can we go with you too?”

“Don’t worry, another car will pick you up.”

“No… we should stick together. I… I think we’re all much safer with you.”

“Hey, look at me. I know what happened is scary, but don’t worry. You’ll be safe with Law and Tae.” Knox pats Julian’s back, jumps into the car, and closes the door.

“Drive,” he tells Björn.

The F1 world champion steps on the gas, and fuck, does he drive fast.

“Where to, Knox?” Björn asks, sliding between two lanes of traffic and taking an insane turn.

“Did you read the transcript from the Venezuela hit?” Knox asks.

“The stuff about the DNA match?”

“Yeah.”

Confusion spikes through my panic.

Venezuela?