Page 70 of Magnetic God

“I’ll text you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“You’re right, but I want to.” I kiss her mouth. “I love you.”

I didn’t say it for years for all the wrong reasons. I vow to say it every day, for as long as she lets me, because I want her to know. I love her.

She doesn’t say it back, but says, “Be safe.”

I kiss her one more time before leaving. The ride to the airport doesn’t take long since it’s so early.

On the jet, I settle back in my seat, exhaling. Fuck. Last night was fucking glorious. I haven’t slept that good in a long fucking time. Hannah’s body pressed against mine was perfect. Something I’m not willing to give up ever again. Which means I need to find something on Jacqueline. And soon.

Reaching for my phone, I send Hannah a text.

Angel

Miss you already.

How long is the flight?

13 hours

Couldn’t go back to sleep?

No. The bed was cold without you.

I know what she means.

I’ll be back soon, Angel. I promise.

See you soon, Brooks.

The next few days go by in a blur of meetings and being the Face of the Brotherhood. The only highlight is getting to have dinner with Zhang’s older sister and her husband. It always amazed me that Zhang never tried to get his brother-in-law inducted as a member of the Brotherhood. Of course, his brother-in-law might not want to join. God knows I can’t blame him if that’s the case. At least I got a home-cooked meal out of it.

I’m exhausted by the time I get to my hotel room. I love what I do for the Brotherhood, but sometimes it’s a lot. Like tonight. Using the keycard, I unlock the door. I’m in the best suite the hotel offers, but I’ve been to so many hotels that I’m not impressed. It’s the same shit, different day.

Tomorrow, I have a few more meetings and then I can go home. To my angel.

Fuck.

I can’t wait to see her. We’ve texted every day, but it’s not enough. Part of me is afraid that she’s going to vanish, but any time those feelings pop up, I shove them aside. Nothing in this world is going to tear us apart. I won’t let it.

Dropping the keycard on the coffee table, I move toward the bar. They were told to have it well stocked, and they didn’t disappoint. Two fingers of Macallan and then I’m calling it a night.

I’m almost to the bar when something catches my gaze, making me freeze. No. This can’t be happening. Because on the bar next to my bottle of Macallan is a fucking envelope. An envelope I’d know anywhere. It’s the same one Ace got, only bigger. Thicker, too. My heart pounds as I reach for it.

Opening it, the first thing I see are photos. Photos of me and Hannah at the gala…in her office. Photos where I’m deep inside of her and her lips are parted in pleasure. Photos of my hand around her throat. Photos that no one on this earth should fucking have. I drop the photos on the table, pacing, as I fight to keep my anger in check. What I really want to do is punch the fucking wall until my knuckles bleed. Anything to take away the panic building deep inside of me.

Someone was watching me while I was with Hannah, which means she’s not safe.

I grab the letter from the envelope, reading it, looking for answers.

Henderson,

I hope this letter finds you well, though something tells me it won’t. Especially if you looked at the pictures of you and Ms. Foster first. I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not. Not when you’re proving to be just as despicable as Smith and DeLeon.

I’m watching, Magnetic God. And I see all of your flaws.

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