A Little Wicked by Valerie Broussard
An agents biggest shadow is the death they can never outrun.
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I step out from behind Earl to see Nikolas Salvatore taking in the scene in front of him. He looks like he had run all the way here.
Suspicion hot and thick blooms in my chest. How did he get here so quickly? Could Nikolas Salvatore hate his brother enough to plan something like this?
As if sensing my thoughts, Nikolas Salvatore’s eyes drift over me, lingering for a half a heartbeat before falling on his brother once more.
“I don’t know about you Earl,” He starts, sliding his hand into his pocket. “But whenever I have to make deals with powerful men at the behest of my family, I don’t turn their faces into a punching bag.”
“Ha ha.” Earl tosses back, dry as gin. “One more and yo
