Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart by Hayley

Chapter 92

Richard pov

James introduced us again with his usual smug look, like he was pulling all the strings here. I wanted to wipe that look off his face, but right now, we needed him, and he knew it. "This here's Monty and Kit," James said, nodding toward the two men across from us. "They're... experts in keeping things quiet." He gave a low chuckle, clearly pleased with himself. Monty leaned back, studying me with narrowed eyes. "So, you two want a way in?"

As if he didn't ask Sarah the same kind of question.

I nodded, keeping my voice calm. "We need information. Something we can use."

He shrugged, glancing at James. "And why should we trust you?"

James shot me a look, a warning. "Because Richard's good at keeping secrets. Isn't that right, old friend?"

"Let's get something straight," I said, looking him dead in the eye. "This is about staying a step ahead. Nothing more."

But even as I said it, I could feel Sarah watching me, as if she was looking for cracks in my confidence. I knew she had questions, and probably doubted I was telling her everything.

I could feel the distance between us, that small space widening with every lie, every half-truth. But it was too late to turn back now.

Monty snorted, amused. "Alright, tough guy. We'll see if you're up for it. Kit here will show you a bit of what we know, but it'll cost you. Nothing's free in our world."

Kit, who'd been quiet till now, gave a slow grin, revealing a gold tooth. "Yeah, we know some things. Names, connections-enough to keep you up at night."

I wanted to get straight to business, but I had to be smart. These men knew the rules of survival, and if they smelled any weakness, they'd use it against us. I kept my tone even, businesslike. "Let's hear it." Kit rattled off a few names, places, and meeting times-the kind of details that seemed small but held weight in their world.

kept my focus tight, memorizing every word. I'd have

talking, but I felt her tension. She was taking in everything, but I

blame her. If I were in her shoes, I'd be wondering how much

both know these men hold the real power here. If we're going

gave me that old, familiar look, the one that used to mean he was

hard. You start demanding too much, and they'll

back, my voice low enough that only he could

softly. "Still the same old Richard. Always thinking you're a step

It was instinctive, like I needed to remind myself why I was doing this. "Let's go," I murmured to her. "We got

was a look on her face I

said it outright, but I could tell she thought I was hiding

we met, the people I'd had to work with

had told her the whips of it but haven't gone deep. It is scary to admit it myself. Those days were ignorant times, I wished I could go back

everything thoroughly, but every time I thought

see a side of me I'd buried a long time ago, and maybe

to focus on what we'd learned, but my mind kept drifting

me now, as if she wasn't sure who I was anymore. And maybe that was fair. Maybe I wasn't

broke the silence first. "Do

exactly trustworthy people," I replied, keeping my eyes on the road. "But they'll do

looked at me, her

won't cross us, not unless he thinks he can get something out

not about trust, Sarah. It's about

doubt. I wished I could reassure her, and tell her it would all work out, but I didn't want