“Whatever I do next?” He lifted his arms and let them fall. “Justine, I am plotting to kill O’Shaughnessy. That is what I am doing next. I am reclaiming my empire.” “But . . .” Her stomach sank. “I heard you give your word.” “Just like O’Shaughnessy gave his word that he’d allow me to walk out of there? We’re liars and thieves. We cannot be trusted.” “Please, Jack. Do not kill him. Do not be that man. You are better than that.” He gave a gruff, bitter-sounding laugh. “No, I really am not.” “You are. Promise me you will not kill him.” He said nothing, so she pressed her case. “Don’t you see?
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