“What do you want them for?” I ask.

Enzo glances around, growing impatient. “Dante killed my little brother and I’d very much like to return the favor.”

“And Lilah?”

“That girl is a monster,” he says, his gaze twitching over his shoulder. “I saw it with my own eyes. She slit the throats of six men without making a sound. I’ve seen a lot of fucked up things in my life, but that…”

His voice falls and his spine visibly shudders with disgust.

I glance at the casino doors, doing everything in my power to conceal the admiration in my eyes.

“Well,” I take a step back, “I wish I could help you, Enzo, but I don’t kill. I capture. Even if I did, you’re talking about killing three Snake Eyes agents and that’s worth a hell of a lot more than triple the original bounty.”

“Name your price.” He steps closer. “Do what you have to do, but bring her to me. Alive.”

I recoil from the stench of his infected foot and body odor. “Fine.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a business card. “You contact me through the number on the back only. This whole arrangement is off-the-books. Understand?”

I flick the card between my fingers before stuffing it into my jacket. “I understand.”

Enzo spins around and limps back through the entrance.

I exhale a thick breath, thinking hard about what he just asked me to do. I’m lucky to be alive after my last encounter with the Hart twins. If I’m going to walk back into the snake pit to shackle Lilah for good, I’m going to have to be smart about it. I doubt she’ll let me walk away again.

I climb into my motor home across the car park and slam the door behind me. My eyes scan the place, from the driver’s seat to the washroom to my bed in the back, instinctively checking for stowaways before I sit down at my table in the kitchenette and open my laptop.

Unfortunately, I haven’t the slightest idea where the twins are. I lost track of them back in Los Angeles. I let them go once I had a good lead on Dante. I didn’t need them anymore. They could be anywhere by now.

I pull out my phone to check my alerts. Tracking the Harts in the first place wasn’t easy but it got a little simpler once I dug a little into their family and discovered that Lilah has a credit card in her dead grandmother’s name. Not the smartest of cons but, as a new friend pointed out to me, she’s probably leaving a trail on purpose. I haven’t the slightest idea why that is but if she’s dropped a breadcrumb recently, then that’s a solid clue as to where they’d be right now.

My alerts are empty. No new charges since Los Angeles.

The only other lead I have is their childhood home in Geneva Lake, Wisconsin. I was heading there today when I got the call from Zappia. Every minute spent riding in the wrong direction is another opportunity for them to disappear for good.

But if Dante is hiding out there, there’s a chance the twins will be, too…

I glance longingly at my bed in the back but there’s no time for a nap. It’s two hours to the lake. I can sleep once I’ve got her.

Her. Lilah Hart. Petite, cute. Hair the color of fire with eyes to match. Our brief interaction included us in handcuffs, her knocking me senseless, and slipping free of said shackles — all within the span of about twenty seconds.

Needless to say, she left quite an impression on me.

I reach behind me and slide the pistol out of my belt again. It’s not mine, truth be told. It’s hers. Lilah dropped it back in Los Angeles. I’m not sure why I kept it, but I feel an odd jolt of excitement at the thought of returning it to her.

I meant what I told Enzo. I don’t kill. Never have. If he wants Dante and Elijah dead, that’s his problem, but I’ll nab Lilah for him. The price is fair and, hell…

It might even be a little fun.

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