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The last thing I needed was a mess on my hands. I’d worked too long and too hard to have anyone f**k it up. Mason f*****g O’Connor. He was a thorn in my side. I knew eventually there would be an issue, but the last thing I expected was for it to come from him.
There was always something about him that I didn’t trust. I could never put my finger on it, not until the truth about him came out. He wasn’t the man he appeared to be. People rarely were.
I had learned a few things since we last saw each other. A few things about the way people work and about how to get things done. It didn’t take long to find out everything about him. Where he worked, what he did for a living, and where he lived.
“f**k,” I shouted into the silent room.
“Everything okay?” Eli asked.
I glared at him, trustin
