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Chapter Nine
Lucian stared out of the window of the car. He’d asked Tara to meet him, to ask her if she had anything to do with Carmel Price’s murder. He had wanted—he had hoped—she would deny it, but she grinned, completely unrepentant, and nodded. “Of course. I told you that situation would be dealt with and it was.”
Lucian stared at her in disbelief. “I never said to kill the woman. Jesus, Tara … she had a kid. The news this morning said she was pregnant and you had her killed for what? Conti already knew about us! f**k …”
His voice was growing higher and higher and he saw the sneer on Tara’s face. “You wanted the problem to go away and it did.”
“Jesus, Tara.”
Tara, her icy blonde beauty stone cold, gave a wave of her hand. “That’s the only way to deal with the problem. Besides,
