Page 110 of Possession

Fuck.

I’ll make it up to her. Because I’m not coming home until I know who killed my childhood idol.

My brother.

* * *

“It’s a risk,” Carson says. “One we rarely take. In fact, none of my assets have ever done this.”

“He’s my agent,” Tim growls right before barking the order. “Get on a damn plane, Brax. I know you can come up with something. We’ll figure it out from there.”

I stare at the marble under my feet where I shut myself in the bathroom. I’ve got more problems right now than I know what to do with and none of them have anything to do with the Marino Cartel.

That’s a first since I got here.

I need to get to New York. Tim is right—that part is nonnegotiable.

But there’s no way I’m leaving Landyn here.

The men on the phone, who have had my back this whole time, have no clue my fake marriage has turned into a very real relationship that I cannot turn my back on.

And Landyn…

Well.

This is going to be a conversation I didn’t plan on having until this whole thing was over.

“You there?” Tim bites.

I have no choice. I have to go.

“Yeah. I’ll arrange meetings in Manhattan.”

The door to the bathroom pushes open, and my head pops up.

Landyn is standing there holding a steaming mug of coffee. She moves silently across the room where I’m ass to the vanity. She’s still barefoot, but at least she put on a bra. She sets the coffee on the counter between us and doesn’t move.

I continue talking and watch her expression change with every word I say. “I’ll be on the first flight out. I’ll let you know where I’m staying once my arrangements are made.”

Landyn’s expression falls, and she tries to take a step back, but I wrap an arm around her and pull her front to my side.

“I don’t like this, but I get it,” Carson gives in. “I’ll agree to this as long as you allow me to make the arrangements when you get here. I can make sure you’re safe.”

“Done,” I agree without looking away from Landyn.

“Watch your back, Cruz,” Tim says. “You leaving by yourself will throw up every red flag in the cartel handbook.”

He’s never been more right.

“I’ve got to go. See you soon.”

No one bothers to say goodbye, and the line goes dead. I slide my cell in my pocket and pull Landyn to my front.

“You’re leaving?” she exclaims, without giving me a chance to explain

“What did I say to you?” I put my hand to the side of her face. “Glued at the hip, right?”

“But you just said—”

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