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“Alright. I’m going to need some spoilers. Who the hell is this guy?”

Cade’s hand finds my chin, tilting my face to meet his intense gaze. “I trust him with my life and he trusts me with his.”

“Great. Thrilled for you both. That’s not what I asked.”

“His legal name is Cade Quinn.”

The world tilts on its axis. “What?”

For the first time, I see something crack in that impenetrable mask. Cade’s gaze drifts past me, searching shadows for answers I’m not sure exist.

“He bears my name. Lives my life. Everything I have belongs to him.” His eyes lock back on mine. “You may also notice he looks like me—”

“What the fuck—”

“—has similar mannerisms . . .”

My stomach drops. “Are you saying this man impersonates you?”

“Essentially, yes.”

“Why . . . How is that—”

“Short story, I was meant to kill him. I didn’t. Now it’s . . . convenient to have a body double.”

“Dear God, this is . . .” Words fail me. “You are beyond fucked up, Cade Quinn.”

“Luciana.” His hands frame my face, his grip firm but not harsh. “Scar doesn’t know me.”

“Somehow, I doubt that.” The words taste bitter. “You said he looks and acts like you.”

I can’t tell if what’s churning in my chest is jealousy, revulsion, or something worse—curiosity.

Cade’s thumb strokes over my lower lip, and it’s enough to ignite something deep in my core. “Scar doesn’t know me, baby. Not the way you do.”

He’s talking about his kill list.

“But how can he not? You two work . . . kill together—”

“Listen.” His voice dips, something raw scraping at the edges. “To Scar, to Hawkins—my FBI handler—and even to my sister, I’m Cade. Or Special Agent Quinn.”

“And to me?”

He looks at me, and something in his gaze sinks its claws into my soul. “To you, I’m Caden Michael Quinn. Matilda’s revenge.”

His confession knocks the air out of my lungs. But the bitch in my head is right on cue, whispering cruel truths.

What’s the worth of having his secrets when the rest of him—his heart, his soul—belong to his demons? To his mission? To his partner? Even the tattoo on his back brands him as MC property. You’ll never have all of him.

I grit my teeth and shove the thought aside, raising my walls fast, before the truths slice deep. My armor takes the form of a sultry smile and a practiced look at him from beneath my lashes.

“So, when you said you share everything you own with him . . .” I purr. “Did you mean things like money and properties?”

“Yes.” His furrowed brows and clipped answer are a warning I choose to ignore.

I wet my lips. “And what about . . . me? Would you share me with him, Cade?”

Danger flashes in Cade’s eyes. “What the fuck do you think?”