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I’ve just turned a corner, headed toward a little twenty-four-hour coffee shop I knohen a black sedan stops next to me and therolls down The one for weeks, since I told hiht he too was scared away He motions me to the car and I don’t even try to play coy I race forward and the door opens, thesliding up In an instant, he’s pullingopen his suit jacket

His fingers tangle in s his ht you wanted out," I whisper

"I had to leave town, but I’m here now"

His mouth slants over mine and the rest of the world disappears, as does the driver, leaving me alone with the only man who’s ever possessed ood money or bad money There’s just money

--Lucky Luciano

CHAPTER ONE

SHANE

I park the silver Bentley convertible, whichhis ass, into h-rise building owned by our falomerate, Brandon Enterprises It’s a car he and I both knoas far ningbusiness, than the thank-you for keeping his ass out of jail I’d have refused the da I’d bruise hiile and cancer-ridden Like ile And if he knew I’d coddled him, he’d most likely spit in ine, I exit the vehicle and stare at ift fro us into the very mess I’d returned to Denver to clean up Jaw clenched, I shove ray two-thousand-dollar suit I’d bought back in New York, a reward to h-profile case for one of the ious law firms in the country I wore it today to re the challenge I took when I returned ho the head of the fa all the dirty ood, clean, cash Namely, the revenue produced by Brandon Pharmaceuticals, or BP, the newest asset I’d forced into acquisition only three o

I head toward the elevators, whenit froe from my secretary, Jessica: Seth just called Needs to speak to you urgently I told hi and he hung up on e was the one person I brought to the company with me, and the only person other than Jessica who I trust now that I’m here

I punch the call button for the elevator, and dial Seth "I’ lot now to see you," he says by way of greeting

"I just pulled into the garage don"