Page 146 of Possession

He’s my protector and doesn’t treat me like a possession, even though he could. Brax Cruz will forever own my heart. I never wanted to be a possession until I met him.

I’m his. And even being back in Damian Marino’s home, I’ve never been happier.

I’m completely and utterly in love. When this is done, we’ll move on to a different kind of forever.

We have a plan—one I’m very much a part of.

It makes me nervous, since it centers on acting normal. I never knew how difficult it would be to act normal.

Just …normal.

Brax assured me he’d make the next few days as stress-free as possible.

No meetings.

No guests.

No drama.

He’s going to coordinate the delivery with the Jackals and do everything he can to find out who killed his brother. Then, he’ll take Rocco and me to dinner.

We’ll leave this place and never return.

When the plan was set in the backroom of a Manhattan bar with the DEA and CIA, I might have flipped out about leaving Rocco.

He’s young and made a bad choice in joining the Jackals, but he hasn’t done anything wrong. Not yet.

He was born into a shitty situation, not unlike me. The only difference is my shitty situation was funded by organized crime. His wasn’t funded at all.

Look where it got both of us…

Brax trying to save Rocco, just like he did me. The only difference is, I’m all in. Rocco hasn’t been given the choice yet.

But he will.

In two days, Brax will offer him a deal.

I pray he takes it.

He has to take it.

Maybe it’s whacked, but I’m not nervous for me. Brax has proven he’ll do anything to keep me safe. He killed for me, and that’s when he didn’t even know me. In a couple of days, my life will look completely different.

I can’t wait.

But Rocco has to buy into our plan. That means he has to actually sign and turn on the organization he dropped out of high school to join. He has to say goodbye to the only life he’s ever known.

He’ll have to do what I did—put all his trust in a man he thought was someone else.

If Rocco doesn’t make the right choice…

I don’t know what I’ll do. I can’t even think about it.

“Baby.”

I jump and spin on my bare feet. “You scared me. How long have you been standing there?”

Brax’s large frame fills the doorway to the bedroom, and that frame is not at all relaxed. His shoulders are tense, and his expression is extreme. My eyes flit to his right hand where his fingers flex in and out of a fist. I’ve never seen him like this. And since our time together has been intense, panic bubbles within me.

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