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“Fuck,” I hiss. All of a sudden, I wish I could bring him back to life so I could torture him further and kill him all over again. “I didn’t know about Miranda.”

Every muscle in his expression is taut, angry, yet, relieved.

He spears me with a resolute stare. “Go to Mrs. Torres. I’ll take care of this.”

I shake my head. “This isn’t something you do. You don’t want to get involved—”

He gives me the palm of his hand to shut me up. “I’ve cleaned up worse than this. Getting rid of Nic Decker forever will be the best thing I’ve done since I started working for the Marinos. I wish I could have been a part of,” he lifts his chin toward the dead body sitting limp between us, “that.”

I contemplate the man who is nothing more than a glorified butler for a cartel leader’s son. Despite where he works, Spencer is a good man.

But so am I.

Despite what I just did.

“Let me do this,” he demands. “It will bring me a tremendous amount of pleasure to get rid of his body.”

I nod. “Do you need help?”

“No. And I know how to clean up the garage. Mrs. Torres went to your room to unpack. June said she would do it, but your wife insisted on doing it herself.”

I exhale but don’t ask him any further questions. “Be careful.”

I head for the door when he calls for me. “Mr. Torres?”

I turn back and hike a brow.

“I just want you to know, having you and Mrs. Torres as the head of the house has been…” he hesitates before finishing, “a pleasant change. June and Miranda agree.”

I hope he feels the same in two days. “I appreciate that.”

He says nothing else, snaps on his own gloves, and gets to work.

33

BLINDING

Landyn

There are two kinds of people in this world.

Those who unpack right away after a trip and those who live out of an exploded suitcase for days.

I’m the latter.

But there’s no way I’m going to let anyone unpack for me. So, today, I’m the former.

June is that meticulous and organized. If I could be just ten percent her, I’d live a better life.

I toss the rest of my dirty clothes in the hamper and head straight for my makeup and toiletries, vowing to become a better person when it comes to unpacking.

Driving through the security gates to Damian’s home was eerie. Everything is different. Knowing that the man I was “forced to marry” isn’t who I thought is an emotional rollercoaster. Throw in meeting his sisters, his mom in the ICU, and federal agents, it’s safe to say the recent turn of events is something from a dream.

I left San Diego with a man I thought I was falling in love with.

I returned with a man who’s the same yet so much better. He saved me. From Damian. From the Marinos. From Nic.

And most importantly, from my father.

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