Page 97 of Hidden But Not Safe

“More bodies in the house,” Seb said. “Never seen anything like it.”

Ramiro’s eyes flicked toward him, his face tightening. “Who the fuck are you?”

“A friend,” Seb said, shifting.

“That so?” Ramiro’s voice had gone low. Dangerous.

“Not if he led them here,” Diego said. “Naz wouldn’t have blabbed.”

Ramiro looked at Meg. “Did you?”

“No,” she said, her hand tightening on Naz, too tight.

Naz’s arm wrapped around her back to drag her closer. “Meg. No, Meg.”

“I followed him, okay?” Seb ran a hand over his busted-up face. “I’m good at that.”

Acid burned up Naz’s throat again. His damaged ear rang, and his leg was on fire.

“Meg,” he mumbled, his head dropping into her lap. The world swooped. “Love Meg.”

She made a choked sound. “Shh, I know.”

“We can figure all this shit out later.” That was Diego. “Help me get him into the SUV before he bleeds out.”

Spots danced, and he couldn’t open his eyes. “Meg,” he mumbled into her thigh.

Her name repeated in his mind as blackness dragged him under again.

Naz didn’t feel quite as awful when he woke up. There was still a buzzing in his ear, but his side wasn’t killing him and his leg felt itchy more than it stabbed in pain.

There was a cast on it.

A hand he knew well gripped his arm. He turned his head, finding Meg’s sleeping face close to his, close enough for his lips to press against her forehead.

Someone snorted.

Ramiro wore a different suit than the one he’d had on when he’d crouched near Naz.

“Welcome back,” Ramiro said. “You’ve been a lot of fucking trouble, kid.”

Naz was alive, and Meg was near him, sleeping peacefully. The trouble had been worth it.

Ramiro stepped closer, his gaze raking down Naz’s body. “The leg was the easiest part, even though it looked the worst. You’ll have to hobble around with that cast for a while, but maybe that’ll make your episodes less lethal.” His smile was grim. “There was no way to hide all those bodies you made. I left them.” He shrugged. “Had to send a message to the cartel anyway.”

Ramiro paused, as if waiting for Naz to chime in. Naz didn’t give a fuck what was done to the bodies. He only wished he remembered killing Julio’s uncle.

“We didn’t kill Sebastian Guzman. Diego wanted to, since it was obvious he brought that shit down on you, but I decided letting a Guzman live might work more in our favor.” He lifted an eyebrow. “Hope that’s not a problem?”

It took a moment for Naz to understand who Ramiro was talking about. Naz hadn’t known Seb was a Guzman.

Meg lifted her head from beside him, yawning. “I told you he’d have let him live.”

“Meg,” Naz said, wishing she was closer.

As if she’d heard the wish along with her name, she leaned over him and pressed her lips on top of his.

“Don’t start that shit while I’m still here,” Ramiro said.

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