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Rolf Macintosh hadn’t becounrunner and profiteer in Northern Europe by being stupid He’d taken over crime syndicates, banished rivals, and deci to do what others wouldn’t and never trusting another living soul

Not his wife

Not his adopted stepchildren

No one

She had to find a way out of this pink prison and rescue her brother Then they’d find a way to disappear for good If she didn’t, they were both as good as dead

Crossing to the door, she considered her options She was up on the third floor, too far for aladder ed She turned the doorknob and peeked out The testosterone twins fro room had moved upstairs to take up position outside her door

“Did you need so, ma’am?” one of them asked

Mads? Gustav? No fucking clue

“Where’s Lucas?” she asked

“Major Bendtsen, I mean the earl, is in his study,” the first twin responde

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“Thank you” Every tidbit of information had the potential to be useful

To glared in her direction and crossed his massive arms across his expansive chest

Yeah, I got it Big, bad, bulky ed to stay in her head after the massive eye roll she executed would remain a mystery

She closed the door as she ran the h her head like a film reel They’d passed the room that had to be Lucas’s study when he’d marched her up to her teh the door as he’d had a hushed discussion with another agent A huge fireplace was at one end of the rooany, leather, and brass—not even a whisper of softness in the entire room