My Husband Wants Me Dead novel (Esther and Bradley)

The traveler entered the private room and sat across from the group of men, asking in a hushed tone, “I brought the money. Where’s the merchandise?”

“We brought the merchandise too, but…”

“But what?”

The men exchanged glances, and one of them pulled a backpack from behind, unzipping it and pushing its contents toward the traveler.

The traveler glanced at the backpack’s contents and promptly opened his briefcase. As the lid lifted, neatly arranged bills came into view.

The bills delighted the men, making them unable to contain their joy.

“This is our first collaboration, and we’re all very cautious. Please understand.”

The traveler didn’t bother listening to their nonsense. He immediately started inspecting the goods. Squinting, he began to appreciate the quality of the merchandise. He felt that the wait had been worthwhile.

Suddenly, Logan kicked the door open, holding up his badge, and sternly declared, “Don’t move!”

“Crap!”

Logan’s badge

assisted by Esther, who worked seamlessly with him despite being his temporary partner. In the blink of an eye, the five men

them together. Esther leveraged her knowledge of pressure points and bones and efficiently immobilized the

say anything but chose to tacitly approve.

wanted to escape, they were now no different from incapacitated individuals. Esther even worried they might attempt suicide, so she dislocated their jaws to prevent them from biting their

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half an hour,

him, and they escorted

could follow Logan. She looked at him, almost as if seeking his

“Let’s go together.”

Esther responded excitedly. “Okay.”

of them got into

the unmistakable joy

him noticed and teased, “Logan, your

coldly glanced at his colleague, warning, “Put away those thoughts