85. CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE
Cops.
So many are in bed with the Borgias.
“No!” I scream and reach into my purse for my prosecutor ID.
“Hands in the air!” A man with an Irish accent yells, coming at us with a Glock.
“Fuck, Taryn,”Eoghan mutters and then turns to me. “It’s okay, sparkles. He’s with me.”
Taryn keeps his gun trained on us and with a wink, says, “Come with me if you want to live.”
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