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BOOK ONE ~22~

MADRID, SPAIN: CHARLIE'S POV

I scowled angrily as I walked out of the cell. The guy I had been mercilessly torturing for the past three days was refusing to let out any information. It was beginning to get frustratingly annoying.

I wiped the blood on my hands with a wet towel, dumping it into a nearby bin as I got out of the base.

I quickly got into the driver's seat of my Bugatti Veyron and drove over to the nearest café. I needed to clear my hazy mind over a steaming cup of coffee, and maybe think of new torture methods while I was at it.

My heart skipped a beat when I noticed the booth on my far right.

It couldn't be, could it?

What the hell was Renée doing here in Madrid?

She wasn't alone though, she was with her bodyguard boyfriend and...Delilah?

Why the hell were those three laughing like old friends catching up after being apart for a really long time?

I studied my ex-wife carefully.

Her dirty blonde hair had grown longer and fuller. Her face glowed like never before. Her spark
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