Taylor POV
I leaned against the far wall of the operations center, listening in on a conversation I hadn’t meant to overhear. The air was thick with tension as Nick’s team talked among themselves, discussing strategies to track down rogue threats. But the conversation had shifted, taking a darker turn that caught my attention and made my blood run cold.
At first, it was subtle—a crude comment here, a dismissive laugh there. But it didn’t take long for the talk to turn, and the subject shifted from rogue hunting to something far uglier: Mirabella.
“Nick, can’t believe you’re still dealing with that baggage,” one of his men scoffed, an ugly grin twisting his face. “The woman’s more trouble than she’s worth. I mean, if you wanted a trophy wife, you could’ve done a hell of a lot better.”
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