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Wolf Staten.”
    “I remember.”
    “Well, my question is, did you mean that?”
    I let out a little laugh. My words were coming back to haunt me. I’d played it cocky and now she was calling me on it.
    “That depends,” I said.
    “On what?”
    “On what’s in it for me.”
    She looked deeply into my eyes as if trying to read my soul. She was on the verge of tears. She needed my help or she was dead. We both knew it. It had taken a lot for her to ask my help, she was a proud woman and I respected her for that.
    But I wouldn’t help her for free. That’s not the way it worked. I needed something from her, and I needed her to offer it.
    “Well then,” she said, “I guess I have one more question for you.”
    “Ask what you want. Believe me, I’ve got nothing to hide.”
    She looked into my eyes. “Are you a good man, Jackson Jones?”
    It wasn’t a game. It was a serious question and she meant it. Her life depended on it. I looked around the bar. The bartender was cleaning glasses. The other patrons had scarcely noticed her.
    “No one’s ever accused me of being a good man,” I said.
    “But you know the answer,” she insisted. “Deep down, you know. If you were to die today, what would people say of you? Would they say you were good?”
    I looked into those deep, sapphire eyes. They were hypnotizing. She had a strange power over me, a force of attraction that was otherworldly. Maybe it was because death was on my mind, mortality. I don’t know, but something about her felt surreal, like she’d been sent to me from another world.
    As my eyes drank her in, a burning rage coursed through my veins like molten metal. I wanted to own her, I wanted to dominate her completely, make her mine. My property . I wanted to plunge my cock so deep inside her she’d never even think of another man again. I wanted her to remember my name to her dying day. I wanted to ruin her for all others. It shocked me how violent my passion for her was. I’d never felt that for anyone else.
    The simplicity of her question made me answer honestly.
    “All I can tell you,” I said, “is that for all the bad I’ve done, I never meant any harm.”
    It wasn’t like me to say that. She’d disarmed me. I never gave anyone a glimpse of my true self. It was yet another surprise.
    She nodded, as if it was the answer she’d been seeking. She smiled, and it broke my heart to see that smile. She had the face of an angel, and I was going to ruin her.
    I wanted to know what had happened to her. The details. What had Wolf and Los Lobos done to her that she’d finally made a run for it? I’d kill them, all twelve of them, or die trying. She didn’t know it yet, but I’d already made up my mind.
    And then she said it, those four words that I’d been waiting my entire life to hear. I didn’t even know it till I heard them.
    “Will you help me?”
    I’ll tell you right now, there are moments in my life I always knew would come. Even as a boy, I knew my destiny would lead to this, a fork in the road, where the decision I made would decide the man I was to be. Everything else in my life would fade in comparison to the importance of this question.
    I knew if I said yes, it would mean the end of me. Instinctively, I checked the gun at my hip. Los Lobos, The Wolves. Every one of them would hunt me down until I was dead.
    It would only end in one way.
    And I didn’t care. I’d give her what she needed. I had to. But she’d give me what I needed too. A life for a life.
    “I’ll warn you right now,” I said, “any help from me won’t come for free. Bad things will happen if I get involved. You’ll regret it. I swear to you.”
    “Will you hurt me?” she said.
    I wanted to tell her something different. I wanted to tell her I was the man she deserved, someone who would save her and ask nothing in return. I wanted to say I’d take her away to a life of happiness and safety. I wanted to tell her she’d have everything she deserved. But I