Live To A Ripe Old Age
In his career as an arms dealer selling to both sides of the law, Henry McCarthy had built an enemies list that ran three pages long.
He wouldn’t go anywhere without a retinue of armed guards.
Kira wouldn’t get within three feet of him before she was intercepted by the guards or worse, shot.
Liam spread out both hands. ‘I tried to talk her out of it, but your wife can be quite stubborn. And she begged me. She cried. What was I supposed to do? You should have seen the way she looked, so pitiful and—’
Austyn’s roundhouse punch landed on Liam’s jaw.
The impact knocked him back into his chair, which almost flipped over.
Liam’s hand flew to his face. ‘Fuck!’
His eyes watered.
He bunched his fist, but Austyn took a quick stride forward and planted a knee on his stomach. ‘Don’t make me ask again. Where is she?’
Kai had hurried to stand guard at the door, making sure no one came to Liam’s rescue.
Liam glowered at Austyn, whose face was deadly calm.
‘I got her a gun and told her Henry’s itinera
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