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He frowned. "The Wheelman House gala? That's some shit my father likes to do. Men he knows. They're not my contacts."
I laughed. "Oh, that's where you're wrong, because they will be your contacts now. And you're going to walk us into the belly of the beast."
"Why would I do that?"
"Gennifer Goode got you into bed with some very bad people. You are going to help us set a trap and take her down."
He shook his head. "No, no, no. The people she knows, what they're into, what they do, I don't want any part of that."
"Well, it's too late for that now, isn't it? You've already gotten into bed with them. What was it you said to me? This is just a formality. You are in the shit now. And right now, getting us this information is the only way you get out of it."
"And then I get to go free?"
Gabe chuckled at that. "Oh no, you're never free. From now on, you'll work for us."
I laughed. "Oh yes, and one other thing."
He blinked the moment he realized that I'd delicately planted a knife between his balls. "What I gave you a taste of the other night was barely a hint. I am deadly. You think the Syndicate will kill you? I will absolutely kill you the moment you step out of line. And more importantly, when I'm done with you, he would love to have a word with you." I inclined my head toward Gabe.
Gabe scowled. "How's that shiner? I would have loved to take some real time with you. Your survival depends on how happy Tabatha is. If she's unhappy, you get hurt. And whether you'd walk away from being hurt or not is entirely up to you."
Tate swallowed hard. "So that's it? I work for you?"
I grinned at that. "Yes." I pushed to my feet, and Gabe took my hand. As we exited, I paused and turned. "You have three days to get me those contact names. Every single one. If we think you're holding out, I'll do that dance with the knife again."
I remembered one more thing and turned back. "Oh, and if you ever put your hands on me again, the promise I made you the other night when I said I was going to cut off your balls and feed them to you, I will carry it out efficiently. And then I'll sit here and watch you bleed out. Have I made myself clear?"
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Yeah. Crystal clear."
"You have seventy-two hours and then we'll come looking for you."
35
Gabe
Luck was finally turning our way. The morning after our impromptu meeting with Tate, One of the irons in the fire bore fruit. Webster had a lead on chatter between two Syndicate members talking about cargo and transporting it. They mentioned Gennifer Good by name. As well as one other person, Sam Bromstadt.
I double checked the intel with Rook. I’d told him to follow chatter about cargo shipments from South Africa and do a deep dive on Bromstadt.
I was kicking myself for not doing that earlier. I’d been so worried about her movements I hadn’t dug deeper.
Once Rook confirmed the intel, Tabatha and I were on a plane. I would have taken a larger presence, but the team had three missions rolling. Saff was managing them all. It was a recon mission. If I got eyes, then I’d call everyone in.
Now that we were here, we had to keep focus. No fucking surprises today.
Eyes on the prize.
The hum of adrenaline was a familiar companion.
Next to me, Tabatha was quiet, her steps barely making any sound. She was always good at this. She knew what she was doing.
Okay, then maybe trust her and what she's doing when it comes to the relationship stuff too.
That was way more complex.
She'd been trained to do this. There was no training to handle a situation like ours.
No, there's not. But what's the point of being scared?
