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“I love you,” he said, putting a strong hand on my waist.

We made eye contact.

“Prove it,” I said.

He sighed, removed his hand, and looked away. “You should go. We don’t want them to catch you here. They probably followed you.”

“I don’t have my phone on me, and I took some evasive measures.”

“Yeah, I noticed the wig.”

I frowned. “Why do we have to do this to ourselves?”

“I don’t know,” he said and then repeated, “You should go.”

“Fine. I’ll talk to you when I talk to you, I guess.”

As I rode the elevator downstairs, anger boiled inside me, ready to burst. The poor doorman must have thought I was a bitch as I left the building in a rage.

Fuck men, and especially fuck Warren, I thought bitterly.

CHAPTER 35

Warren

I went to see an attorney the next day. The prick had the nerve to ask what I’d been smoking before I came in. His eyebrows came together in confusion once he realized I wasn’t kidding.

“If you’re being investigated under the Patriot Act, I’m not sure I want anything to do with you. Why didn’t you work with the feds?”

“We were. They came after us a few hours later. I imagine someone higher up told them to go after us and is trying to cover for the ones still doing the shit.”

He shook his head. “I’m afraid my hourly rates—”

“Fuck your hourly rates,” I said, cutting him off. “Can you help me or not?”

“If you have the money, I can help you.”

“I have the fucking money.”

“Good, good,” he said, actually rubbing his hands together.

Could I trust this guy to keep me and Rose safe?

After I told him the rest of the details concerning Rose, his expression filled with fear and loathing.

“Do not, under any circumstances, go anywhere near that story, on the record or off.”

“That’s what I told her, but now I’m not so sure…”

“Don’t think with your dick.”

“Excuse me?”

“Calm down. I’m not going to sugarcoat things just because you’re paying so much.”

“What are your rates again?”

“Four…”