Kane would kill me.
I pick up my phone and try him again for what feels like the twentieth time, but it goes straight to voice mail.
Dammit, Kane, where are you? Are you here?
I don’t need him to always come charging to my rescue, but when faced with a situation that’s a thousand levels out of my league, it would be nice to be able to get in touch with the man who handles stuff like this all the time.
I stare down at my phone and have one other last-ditch idea. But before I can tap my brother’s contact, the yelling starts.
I open the door to hear more clearly.
Magnolia.She’s hollering up a storm.
“Let go of me, Giles! Don’t you fucking touch me! I’m gonna kill you both if you set me up!”
Kill you both?
As in ... Giles and ...
Shit. Rafe is supposed to be ending this. Which means ...
Jesus fucking Christ.
I’m not going to let Magnolia kill my brother. I glance at the shipping containers.But if Kane is here ... he won’t let her.
Kane will never pull the trigger on a woman. I know that.
Fuck.
I slide my gun from its holster in my purse, get out of the Audi, and head toward what I hope isn’t my first kill. I only make it two steps before I freeze as Magnolia screams again.
“Rafe! Where the fuck are you? You lying bastard! I’m going to kill you myself!”
No.
No.
No.
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Kane
Jesus fucking Christ. I don’t know what the hell is happening right here, right now, but I know it’s not what I expected to see.
Giles jumps out of the Suburban and grabs Magnolia Maison, who is thrashing around too much for me to take my shot at him.
Fucking woman.
She better not be the other target. Mount has to know I won’t kill her. That’s dirty work he’ll have to do himself.
When she starts screaming Ransom’s name, my finger freezes where it hovers over the trigger.
What. The. Fuck.
Temperance’s brother hops off the boat, leaving another man on board with the ten women in life jackets, and walks toward Magnolia.
Please tell me I’m fucking wrong about what’s happening here. Please tell me Ransom is about to double-cross them and—