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inside of me. My feelings for her ran deep and her being beautiful shouldn’t even matter but, I’d be a lying prick if I didn’t say that it did. When she started to wake, and I saw those eyes open, something in me settled.
    “Hey there,” she says motioning me to sit on the floor next to her.
    “Fuck,” I groan when she winces in pain trying to turn to face me. All of those times she was there for me and I chose to go my own way, led us to this, her being in pain, over me. “Should’ve listened to you.”
    “Do I have your attention now?” she asks me smiling at me.
    “Yeah beauty, you do,” I confess as I take her in.
    “I’m okay,” she says reaching for my hand and I don’t hesitate in giving it to her. Holding it, comforting her, hell, comforting me. “Do me a favor, call a family meeting.”
    “Not yet, I haven’t come clean with them yet and you need to rest--”
    “Call the meeting,” she says again, this time losing the smile. “You brought me to your sister’s place, you’re thinking exactly what I’m thinking. Call it.”
    Knowing she was right, I did call it and when I struggled to come up with an explanation as to what I truly did for a living and why I lied about it; it was Camo who spoke up when Kandace started talking.
    “My brother is very protective,” she says looking at me. “Just level with me, Camo.”
    “They call me Camo, obviously,” she says simply. “I call him Gadget and we’re called a lot of things. Operator, butcher, liquidator, dropper, plugger, enforcer, but I prefer the happy hitter. Look at me, seriously, I’m a fucking ray of sunshine. We don’t just take lives and prevent larger problems from happening, sometimes we save them too or at least Gage does. He’s sweeter than I am. However, what matters here is we make a difference. We do something few can. Mostly we are someone’s last resort. We mete out justice, balance the scales and we just happen to kill some bad people while we do it. How’d I do?”
    “Jesus,” I moan looking over at my sister who doesn’t look shocked and neither does her man. Actually, Kandace looks fine, and Rome looks excited like he met fucking wonder woman.
    “Assassin,” says Rome looking at each of us.
    “Gah, that’s boring,” she says rolling her eyes. “And accurate,” I point out. “Do you have any questions?” I ask looking at Kandace first.
    “Oddly enough, no,” she says looking at Camo and the fondness I see she has for her does something to me. “Explains a lot, actually. Good luck with dads though. Call me when that meeting happens.”
    “I got one,” says Rome. “What kind of money do you make as a hitter?” slapping his shoulder, Kandace sighs, and Camo laughs.
    “A lot,” she says answering for me. “At least I do.” She offers winking at me, and there she was, the smart ass. But she wasn’t flirting, that’s a first …
    “There’s more to it than whacking fools,” I try to explain but honestly, they both handled it better than I expected them to and was coming up blank.
    “Okay Camo, so how did you get started in the business?” Kandace asks, and I went on red alert.
    “You called her, Camo,” I point out. “Before she came clean, you did.”
    “Oh did I?” she asks innocently looking at her. “Oops.”
    Giving her a look of what the fuck , she just smiles and says, “I’m high as a mutha which means you can’t get mad. Don’t give me that look, she asked, I answered. You’re welcome.”
    “If you didn’t just take two bullets for me, I’d spank your ass.”
    “Twenty bucks says I’d let you.”
    Infuriating, sexy and adorable woman. I chose to ignore the thread of lust behind the statement, for now. “So when did you start whacking?” Kandace asks again, and I almost laughed. My main concern for years was Kandace thinking less of me for being a hitter. Now she was looking at Camo with hero worship and me with pride.
    “Hang on,” says Rome pulling up a chair