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I hung up, and Conor was giving me looks. “What the b****y hell was that about?”
“Volkov wants me to work for him.”
“f*****g mother of Christ, Jinxie, you’re not seriously considering working for that gobshite, are ya?”
“Not in a million years.”
Relief washed over his face. “Thank the heavens above for that. I thought you’d lost your mind.”
“But I am meeting with him.”
“You what? Are you daft?”
“He’s got Holly. And he just killed those two feds while I was on the phone with him.”
“I don’t care if he’s about to shoot the b****y pope, you’re not meeting with him. He’ll put a bullet in you too. Or worse. The man’s a complete nutter. I’m not letting you walk into that mess.”
“If I don’t at least meet with him, he’ll go after my family and after you. I can’t risk that.” I sighed as
