Chapter Thirteen

The words hung between us like a loaded gun.

“Work with us.”

I couldn’t breathe.

The Broker’s men, the very people responsible for my father’s death wanted me on their side.

I should have walked away. I should have refused without hesitation.

But I didn’t.

Because a terrible, nagging thought whispered in my mind.

“What if this is the only way to get the truth?”

I forced myself to keep my voice steady. “Why would I ever work with you?”

The man smirked. “Because we have what you want.”

I swallowed hard. “And what is that?”

“Proof,” he said simply. “That William Carter isn’t who you think he is.”

My chest tightened. “I don’t believe you.”

He chuckled. “Then why are you still standing here?”

I flinched. Damn it.

They could see the doubt.

And they were feeding on it.

The man reached into his coat and pulled out……