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clearly didn’t know that Ramsey was now treating her like a stranger.
    When she’d arrived on his floor, she’d still been skeptical. Jezebel had half expected someone to be there, waiting to send her right back down, but the hallway was clear, the glazed double doors as they always were, unlocked.
    “Release me!” she hissed, trying unsuccessfully to tug her arm away from him. Ramsey ignored her.
    Was he leading her to the door? Jezebel wondered. He was leading her through dark hallways and she couldn’t tell where they were heading. Coming to his apartment had been the move of a desperate woman, but she refused to be tossed out like one.
    “I only came here for answers, Ramsey!” she snapped, trying to tug her arm away again. “I want to know what happened to Lily.” She broke off when his grip tightened painfully on her arm. Almost instantly, he eased it, but kept pulling her somewhere. Finally, he stopped, and released her. The darkness gave way to light and Jezebel blinked and looked around. They were in his office.
    “How did you get up here?” His voice was cool, but his eyes told her she was not welcome.
    “I took the elevator and walked,” she snapped. Forcing herself to focus on why she’d come here, Jezebel asked through clenched teeth, “Am I in danger? Is my family in danger?”
    “Why would you be in danger, Jezebel?”
    “Because of your mob affiliations!” She inhaled deep and tried to keep calm, but it was proving difficult. Her mind kept replaying the image of Ramsey on the couch with that woman, her robe half open as if they hadn’t quite finished what they’d started or maybe they had? Of all the things he’d done, avoiding her, giving her Vince’s number, being cold to her, seeing him with another woman stung the most.
    “I don’t have any mob affiliations.”
    “How did Lily die? Was she run over by a drunk driver or was it because her uncle’s a gangster?”
    His jaw clenched, but he only repeated himself. “I’m not a gangster.”
    “You’re lying.” It came out softly because Jezebel felt defeated. This was her last attempt to speak to him, and it wasn’t going well. Staring into familiar but unfamiliar eyes, Jezebel asked the question that had been on her mind since she learned of the Double Dragon and his place in it. “Who are you?”
    It caught him off guard because the cold mask slipped for a few moments before falling into place once more. “You know exactly who I am, Jezebel.”
    She shook her head. “No, I don’t have any idea who you are! The man I knew doesn’t exist. He never existed.” Her nose burned and she looked down and blinked hard. When her emotions were under control, she lifted her eyes back to his and demanded, “Why did you pursue me?”
    His broad shoulders rippled under his crumpled dress shirt. “I was bored. You were a pretty distraction.”
    Jezebel nodded. “You were never going to introduce me to your family, were you?”
    Ramsey shook his head. “No.” His gaze raked her from head to foot. She wore her sleeping clothes, a t-shirt and shorts, and sandals. “My family would never accept you.”
    Neither would he. It went unsaid, but Jezebel heard and saw it clearly. Bottling her emotions, she tossed them aside and forged ahead, “Raquel Daniels told me that someone was hired to run over Lily. Was she lying?”
    “It’s possible. She lied about many things.”
    “She told me that the only reason Lily died is because someone wanted to hurt you. She told me I could be next because you made people think that you care about me.”
    “We both know that’s not true.”
    Yes, they both did. “But your enemies don’t and I’m not dying for you, Ramsey!” She shook her head. “You’re not worth it.”
    “I’m not,” he agreed.
    “She mentioned protective custody.”
    “Did she?”
    “Do I need protective custody, Ramsey?”
    “That’s a question you’ll have to ask yourself—”
    Jezebel slapped him. Hard. The angry