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Intrigued, I look closer at the dress. “Where the hell did that come from?”

She taps the side of her barely covered breast. With a flip of her hand, the knife slides into its sheath, disappearing from sight.

“May I?” I ask, holding up my hands. Can it pass a pat down?

She holds her arms out to the side.

I slide my hands down her sides, but all I feel is dress and her sweet curves. When I get to her tiny waist, I go back up just to make sure.

“Nothing,” I declare. Thank fuck.

She heaves a sigh of relief. “Margot did a fantastic job. I might have to get her to pick out all my dresses in the future.”

Sterling mutters something unintelligible beside me. When she looks at him, he thrusts an earpiece toward her. “Do you have somewhere to hide this?” His tone is doubtful when he looks up and down the dress.

She slips it into her cleavage.

A strangled noise comes from his throat.

“Move out,” Thomas yells.

The crew going to the facility starts filing out of the tailor’s shop. He’ll be taking ninety-seven people with him, leaving me with the remaining fifteen. Most of the men will be picked up by a bus along the way. Ten men to a bus.

When the operation is finished, we’ll use the same buses to transport the rescues out of the facility to Miami where Thiago and Henley are waiting to give them new identities.

“Dante, I’ll lead the attack on the house. You take the grounds. Your men will follow you better than they will me,” I inform him.

By the satisfied look on his face, he agrees.

Sterling takes my phone and adds an app to it. “This will allow you to hear the conversation in the house. You will not be able to respond, but it’s a back-up in case we can’t use our earpieces.”

I look at my watch. “It’s time. Go.”

Sterling holds out his elbow for Quinn to take. “Ready for this?”

She jerks her head. “More than ready.”

I grab her hand. “Be careful. If it doesn’t feel right, get out. You can always get him later.”

Her brow furrows, and I can tell she’s already dismissing my words. Determination isn’t reserved solely for her, though. I intend to make sure she has every advantage we can give her, starting with the annihilation of Armando’s men.

She squeezes my hand. “You too.”

33

QUINN

When I take a deep breath, the smell of Sterling’s cologne wraps around me, alluring in its sexy confidence. Green eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror.

“How are you doing?” he murmurs. Gloved hands turn the steering wheel to the right, bringing us closer to my enemy.

My stomach flutters. “Nervous. Like Zane, I prefer to plan and control my attacks. Surprises aren’t my forte.”

I slide my phone out of the small rhinestone clutch. Swiping through the images I’ve already committed to heart, my nerves steady and a coldness steals over me. He did this to her. I don’t need his confession, just his blood and pain. And when I’m ready, his death.

The car pulls through the gate and up the driveway. Armed men are everywhere. When the car in front of us drives off, we pull up to the entrance.

This is it.