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I pulled back an arm, pretending to punch him. He shifted, moving to where I wanted him. Then I kicked his calf, forcing him to fall back a few steps. I charged forward, punching his chest. One, two, three. Then I pounded his face and cracked his mask.

I could kill him right now. But there was a crowd, and my woman had a plan for our common enemy. I drew back, heaving. The heat was making the mask uncomfortable on my face. I wanted this battle over with now.

His mask dropped to the floor, and two teeth followed it. The face that looked back at me wasn’t that of James Chin, my former employee. He’d gotten more plastic surgery.

The crowd cheered. “Killer Whale!”

“Consider that my victory.” I stared at Ghost. “Chicken is no longer in your debt. You understand me?”

Ghost spat out blood. “Who are you?”

A smile formed on my lips. Before I could reply, something exploded, and all the lights went out.

CHAPTERFIFTY-SEVEN

VIVIAN

I woketo the smell of bacon and chatter. The clock on the wall showed it was ten in the morning. I bolted out of bed and went to wash up. After Arrow had gotten me out of the club safely last night, we headed back home to escape the police crew and the news reporters. Someone had placed a bomb in the club and called in the news stations.

It was probably all over the news right now. Arrow and I didn’t talk much during our ride home. We were both exhausted. And the conversation that needed to happen would require a lot of energy. But it would happen today.

Nerves simmered in my stomach. What could I tell him? I’d planned on telling him all about the event. This scheme had begun before we started dating, and everything occurred so fast that I didn’t have time to explain. I supposed I could’ve called him, but I’d been in a rush.

Somehow, that didn’t feel like a good reason not to tell him. Would he believe me if I said it didn’t occur to me to let him know until it was too late? That it slipped my mind?

That would make him feel . . . insignificant.

Ugh.I didn’t know what to do.

As I strode to the kitchen, I heard Kaylee whisper, “Did you say anything about the Mercedes?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Good.”

“What Mercedes?” I asked, sliding onto the stool beside Kaylee.

“Good morning. How did you sleep?” She smiled and straightened in her seat.

“Fine,” I said.

Kaylee slid a look at Arrow, who winked at her. What were they up to? They had bonded over the last few days. Had I missed something?

“Oh, I’m just buying a new car.”

“Why? You have plenty of cars.” I jerked a chin out toward his garage.

Arrow shrugged. “I like cars. Speaking of which, you’re getting a new car too. Something better for snow.”

“Mine is fine. Don’t need one.”

“I already bought it,” he said.

I didn’t sense any anger in him. Had he forgiven me already? Did that mean I didn’t need to have that conversation with him?

Kaylee’s eyes widened. “What color?”

“Silver. Just like the one she has now.”