Page 144 of Possession

I don’t believe in fate or destiny or even pure, fucking chance.

The universe threw us together. I’m not going to let anything or anyone tear us apart.

Ever.

Which is why I don’t have one remorseful bone in my body about the line I’m about to cross.

“You touched her,” I repeat, because I’ll never forget the images of her beaten and battered by the man I’m about to kill. “And you’re going to pay for it with your pathetic life. You’ll never touch her or any other woman ever again.”

He sputters and spits, but I don’t let go.

I lower my tone even more. “How does it feel? I’ll be the last thing you see, asshole. There’s a special place in hell for people like you. I hope you burn for eternity. The only person who deserves it more than you is Damian, and I already took care of him. When you join him, know I’m the one who sent you both straight to hell.”

He can’t respond, but can still comprehend. His evil eyes don’t stray from mine as I squeeze the life out of him. The color drains from his face and his mouth falls open.

I wait.

I can be patient.

This is one of the easiest things I’ve ever done aside from falling in love with Landyn.

Finally, his eyes roll and his pulse weakens under my hold. As the life starts to seep from his body, I’ve never felt more powerful or at peace.

Landyn wasn’t the first woman he ever attacked. It’s the culture of the cartel. I knew it was bad, but didn’t understand to what extent until I got here and had to pretend it didn’t disgust me to look the other way.

It’s why I didn’t hesitate to kill Damian when bullets started to fly.

I’ll take care of the rest of the organization the legal way.

Finally, Nic slumps. The only thing holding him up is duct tape.

I let him go and stand back to stare down at what I just did.

No regrets … I’ve been planning this.

The only thing I feel is pure relief.

In two days, this will be over.

I’m about to find something to wrap him to dump him in the Pacific, when the door to the house opens.

I spin on my heel, and breathe a sigh of relief when I see who it is.

His eyes go from me to Nic for long, heavy moments before landing back on me.

He moves from the threshold to the house and closes the door behind him.

I brace. He’s not at all new to this life, but in the time I’ve been here, I’ve never seen him involved in this part of the business.

He stares at Nic as his tired voice breaks through the quiet. “This is a good thing.”

I don’t take my eyes off him, but I also don’t agree. I might be standing here with a dead body, but he didn’t see me do anything. Not that the guards won’t feel free to say there were two living and breathing humans when they left us.

Finally, Spencer’s old eyes shift to me. “I don’t know if you ever knew, but what he almost did to Mrs. Torres, he did to Miranda. More than once.”

Every muscle in my body tenses. “Since I’ve been here?”

He shakes his head. “Before. He brought her across the border and promised her a life in America, but sold her to Damian. You know Damian—he grew tired of women quickly. That was before you moved in. June and I have done all we can to protect her.”

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