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What the hell did he want?

She et whatever he had on his chest off it once again, she wouldn’t have to worry about a public display of idiocy

He wasn’t above it

"Excuse me, I think I need to make a trip to the ladies’ room" She excused herself to Khalid as she looked around and saw Shaynetoward her

"Be careful," Khalid warned her softly, as his touch retreated fro him a pointed smile, she moved in the direction of the hall as Khalid stepped over to the group her parents ith

Once in the hallway, she strode as quickly as four-inch heels allowed along the corridor, wondering where Deerfield had gone off to and if Shayne had been following hilimpsed a door farther up the hall that had been left open As she moved closer to it, she hid her surprise as her former boss stepped into the doorway and ned sie desk and bookshelves and, at the side of the roo the door behind her as she turned to face hi how long he’s going to keep you in his bed," he snapped "Have you lost your ent Mathews? I can’t believe you’d flaunt this affair so publicly Hell, I couldn’t believe you were actually involved in it until I heard the gossip tonight"

"Others can wonder whatever the hell they want to," she told him briskly "Nohat did you want? I need to find a ladies’ roo to talk about"

He shot her a malevolent look and strode across the room to the small bar in the far corner

"I always assuet mixed up with that bastard, nohis interest in you He has his own hareirls his father had sent to him as children who he adopted and now raised as sisters, Marty thought Unfortunately Deerfield had never believed it, no iven to the contrary

"I’ "And he’ll miss me soon if I don’t hurry What do you want?"

Deerfield shot back his drink with a hard gri wood

"Your godfather seems particularly proud of this relationship that everyone assumes has developed between you and Mustafa," he said "I had ined he would allow you to make such a decision"

Marty arched her brows slowly "Why wouldn’t they be proud? Neither odfather runs my life for me, Vince" The use of his first naer had any power over her

"Does your father know the bastard shares his women?" he asked snidely "Did you know?"

She stared at hi ers through his short brown hair in agitation, he narrowed his eyes and stared at her angrily

"Don’t try to deny he’s shared his wo that one

"That sied As well as a future, but there was no sense in lingering any longer here than she had to

He grunted at that "I would hope you would be sh he believed she was, though "I’d be careful, though, if he brings that brother of his for a visit The last woman they shared they murdered"

She didn’t try to hide her surprise, or her disbelief "And that’s not in our files, why?"

Deerfield griodfather" He sneered " ’No proof, supposition only,’ was his daument We couldn’t find proof"

Noasn’t that a fagested, as she gripped tightly in anger the small purse she held in her hands

"But the proof was there, proof I wasn’t allowed to use because of international iodfather thought more of his friendship with Mustafa than he did of his country"

"I’d be careful, Vince My godfather wouldn’t cover up murder Nor would he pull information he believed was relevant," she stated

His lips twisted furiously as he turned and poured hi back to her "He wouldn’t accept the proof," he told her, his voice rough "Eyewitness accounts Witnesses who saw the girl’s body, saw the sexual abuse inflicted on it She’d been raped, Agent Mathews, horribly An autopsy confirmed she had been raped to death by two men at the saether ell-known She was Abrarew tired of her"

Shock filled her "This isn’t information that I uncovered, and I’ve researched every facet of Khalid’s life"

"Then you didn’t research enough," he snapped "Abrausts even his own people He’ll never succeed his father as ruler, because the religious hardliners will never accept an un who allows others to fuck his whores as he watches His second wife died before she could even give birth to his child, and he has no intention of acquiring another wife He gets tired of them and he kills them Men like him and Khalid are a disease, Marty One that requires a cure"

Hatred gleamed in his eyes as the fury seemed to build within hiued "And a man’s sexual tastes don’t define him, nor do they make him ato fuck him and his brother at the same ti those men love them, only to learn they’re no ht, it defines hi slowly to the door "Nothing you’ve said here warrants the Bureau’s harass to have a lawsuit against the entire Bureau"

Deerfield s

"Worry about yourself, I’ll worry about the Bureau That’s ood at it"