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  1. HIMBO HITMAN
  2. Copyright
  3. CONTENT WARNING
  4. CONTENTS
  5. THANK YOU
  6. BLURB
  7. FOREWORD
  8. CHAPTER ONE
  9. CHAPTER TWO
  10. CHAPTER THREE
  11. CHAPTER FOUR
  12. CHAPTER FIVE
  13. CHAPTER SIX
  14. CHAPTER SEVEN
  15. CHAPTER EIGHT
  16. CHAPTER NINE
  17. CHAPTER TEN
  18. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  19. CHAPTER TWELVE
  20. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  21. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  22. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  23. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  24. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  25. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  26. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  36. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  45. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  46. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  47. CHAPTER FORTY
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  54. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  55. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  56. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  57. CHAPTER FIFTY
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  61. CHAPTER 54
  62. EPILOGUE
  63. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  64. OTHER BOOKS BY SAXON JAMES
  65. WANT MORE FROM ME?

And even though I know exactly who he means, my stupid mouth moves anyway. “Who?”

“St. fucking Clare. Bring him to me. Alive or dead, I don’t fucking care. I’ll shoot him myself if it means the job is done right, and I’ll even let your incompetent ass keep the money if it makes this mess go away. I told my client it was done, and the second they find out it wasn’t, every single person in this fucking bar is at risk. They won’t stop to ask questions about who fucked up.”

“I … I don’t understand,” I say, mouth moving only a fraction faster than my thoughts. I’m gripping my beaded bracelet like it’ll somehow protect me. “What did St. Clare do that’s made him enemy number one? Why would anyone want him killed in the first place? It’s not like he’s selling meth to children or drowning kittens.”

“He lied to the wrong person and looked into things he shouldn’t have.”

“St. Clare did?” None of that sounds like him. Given how legitimately shocked he was about the whole being wanted thing, it’s not lining up. “Are they sure they don’t have the wrong guy?”

“They’re sure.” Luther’s eyes slowly narrow. “You know where he is.”

“I don’t!”

“Yes. You do.”

“How would I know where he is? I barely knew who he was when I tried to kill him in the first place.”

“I gave you simple, fast jobs with unsuspecting targets. It should have been an easy payday for you, and instead, you shat the bed.”

“Well, that’s disgusting.”

“I’m giving you a second chance, and you better see that as the gift from God that it is. I’m giving you exactly one week. One week, and I want that fuck here. And if my client figures out that you didn’t do what you were supposed to, I won’t hesitate to throw you under the bus. Understand?”

That I have one week to figure out how the hell to get me and St. Clare out of this mess? “Got it. Who is your client?”

Luther ignores me and turns his attention to Arlie and Everett. “And if I find out either of you has helped him, you’ll be next on my list.”

“Got it.”

They leave, behemoth glaring after them, and I’m stuck on my chair, feeling very much like Luther’s cozy office is more like a coffin for people he doesn’t like.

It’s just lucky he likes me.

I guess.

I’ve never known lucky to feel quite like this though.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

ST. CLARE