Abbot smiled, his tone casual. “Since we’ve bumped into each other, Franco, how about a drink with me?”
Franco felt the person behind him freeze for just a second. He let a small smirk tug at his lips.
“After you, Abbot.”
Every move Franco made seemed effortless, calm, and completely in control. A flash of darkness crossed Abbot’s eyes.
Who could have guessed that the undercover agent who wrecked his operations at the border a decade ago, costing him so many top men and piles of merchandise, was Franco all along?
He glanced sideways, catching a glimpse of the person that Jay was ushering into the elevator. Before he could make out her face, the doors slid shut.
Inside the private room, everything but the drinks on the table had already been cleared away. It could have passed for just another low-key gathering.
Abbot gestured for Franco to take the main seat. “Please, Franco.”
***
In the elevator, Jay’s eyes were icy as he glanced at Aaron, who stood close to Petty.
“Petty, are you alright?”
Luckily, he and Petty had made an arrangement. Whenever she went undercover, he would keep his distance but stay close enough to step in if anything went wrong. If Franco hadn’t shown up, Abbot’s people probably would have taken her away.
Petty shook her head, looking distracted and far away.
Jay stood tall at her side.
“Anyone who ever crosses Abbot ends up gutted or loses everything. No matter what happens, Petty, stay away from men like that.”
It was only Franco’s presence today that made Abbot hesitate at all.
When the elevator doors slid open, they weren’t on the first floor, but on an employee break level.
All three stepped out. Jay blocked Aaron’s path.
“This isn’t your concern anymore.”
“How is it not my concern? Protecting Petty is my job.” Aaron tried to get around Jay and go to Petty.

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