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.

focus tight, memorizing every word. I'd have to sift through it later to separate fact from

hadn't said a word since I began talking, but I felt her tension. She was taking in everything, but I knew she

damn it, I couldn't blame her. If I were in her shoes, I'd be wondering how much I could

aside. "Is that all? You and I both know these men

look, the one that used to mean he was about to tell me something he'd kept under

want to push too hard. You start demanding too

idea," I shot back, my voice

the same old Richard.

I could feel her eyes on me as I reached for her hand. It was instinctive, like I

There was a look

hadn't said it outright, but I could tell she

I'd done before we met, the people I'd had to work with to get where

scary to admit it myself. Those days were ignorant times, I wished I could go back in time to correct

wanted to tell her, to explain everything thoroughly, but every time I thought

truth, she'd walk away. She'd 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

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

silence first. "Do you

eyes on the road. "But they'll do what they're paid to

me, her

us, not unless he thinks he can get something out of it." She sighed, looking out the window again. "So, we're trusting

frustration. "It's not about trust, Sarah. It's about survival. These people can help us, even

could feel her doubt. I wished I could reassure her, and tell her it would all work out,