Page 77 of Dirty Deadly & Mine
Shit. What the hell am I doing?
“I don’t even know what to say about what I just saw,” Barrett mutters after shutting the door behind him.
“How about sorry for barging into my private home?” I hiss, spinning on him, and he sighs.
“I am sorry for that. But I did it with good reason.”
“Which is?” I snap and he frowns.
“There’s a hit out on you.”
Did he just say…
“What?” I ask, frowning too.
“An acquaintance notified me earlier today about the hit and sent me the intel. There’s a contract out for your death. The hit is for one million dollars.”
“Only one million?” I scoff, and Barrett smirks.
“This isn’t funny, Lily.”
I sigh, dropping my arse down on my bed.
“I know. Only one million for killing the Crimson Angel isn’t much. That’s at least worth six million.”
“It’s not for the Crimson Angel. It’s for the death of Lily Marx.”
Lily Marx…
I think I stop breathing. I can feel the blood draining from my face as Barrett’s words sink in.
“How is that possible? Lily Marx disappeared over twenty years ago.”
“I don’t know. But the job is live. Devon fucking saw it and wanted to come here and get you.”
I shoot off the bed. “He’s not here, is he?”
Barrett shakes his head. “No, but I wouldn’t put it past him to have tracked me somehow. He’s fucking worried about you, Lil.”
I want to be angry about the fact Barrett betrayed me. About the fact my brother, who I was forced to leave behind, and who didn’t come after me all those years ago, was listening. But right now, I have bigger things to worry about.
Like the fact that assassins are going to come after me.
“We need to get you somewhere safe,” Barrett hisses, but I shake my head, not sure what to do.
“I can’t just go. What about Jude and Ronnie? What about Asher?”
“What aboutAsher?” He rolls his eyes. “He’s not your fucking kid to worry about.”
I charge at Barrett, ready to punch. “He’s not my fucking kid. I…”
“You, what?” Barrett snaps as my feet stall. “You don’t fucking love him. He’s just a temptation, and nothing more.”
“You’d know all about temptations, wouldn’t you?” I snap. “Is that how you feel about?—”
“Don’t fucking say it!” Barrett snarls, his fists balling at his sides like he’s struggling to hold in his rage.
Shit…
