And she’d scoffed at him… at them. “Don’t you realize they already look the other way?”
Eric had been certain their plan was about to go down the toilet, but then she’d sent for them.
“I want the boy,” she’d told them, handing Holmes a file.
Eric had taken it from him and glanced through it. He’d frowned at what caught his eye. “What about his mother?”
“His mother?” She’d curled her lip and waved her hand at that. “Do whatever you like with her. She’s been a thorn in my side long enough.”
God, she was one coldhearted b***h, and when she learned how close they’d been to getting the kid but had still let him slip through their fingers… she wasn’t going to be happy.
Well, f**k it. Eric had no qualms in throwing Deuce and his men to the wolves.
He wasn’t taking the blame for this.
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