Page 155 of Possession

I grip his forearms and squeeze. The need to hold onto him tighter than ever is overwhelming—like he’ll evaporate in front of me, slip through my fingers, and I’ll lose him forever.

“They’re coming here to get me. They have Alamandos’ men with them. Their plan is to take me to Tijuana. Spencer tried to convince them not to come, but it didn’t work.”

“No.” The word is a shallow breath on my dry lips.

He nods once. “Yes. We talked about this. Planned for this.”

Tears race down my cheeks.

He swipes them away with his thumbs. “You can do this. I know you can. Get changed. Fast, baby. Cole and Tim are scrambling on their end, but we need to get out of here, and we need to be cool doing it.”

It’s hard to swallow over the lump in my throat.

He pulls my face to his for the fastest and most desperate kiss, stealing precious time before his tone becomes deep and gritty. I’ve never heard it before. I’m not sure whether it scares me or makes me feel better. “Love you, chica. I’m going to give you a real life. We just have to do this first.”

My head bobs anxiously in his hands as I pull in a labored breath.

I need to get my shit together.

He presses his lips to my forehead. “Go.”

Then he releases me. This plan was only for the worst possible scenario.

I prepare for what I never thought would be a reality.

An escape.

36

GO

Brax

She did what she needed to do, and she did it fast. If we make it out of this alive, I plan to remind her how fast she can get ready.

It took us four minutes to change, pack, and make it down the stairs.

With a hand at the small of her back, our feet hit the main floor of the house. It’s all I can do not to pick her up and run out the door. Hauling ass through the main gates in one of Damian’s cars is not an option. If they called Spencer, my bet is that the guards know too.

Their job is to make sure I don’t leave.

“Sir, where are you going?”

I fist the material at Landyn’s back that’s barely covering her ass. I pull her to my side and look down at her as I turn us to face Spencer. “I have a few hours this afternoon, and the winds are low. We’re taking the boat out. No better time.”

Sunglasses sit perched on her head. The sheer, oversized shirt leaves nothing to the imagination. The bikini that shows through is the same one I lost my mind over and told her not to wear again.

She’s weighed down with an overflowing bag of beach towels. She looks like she’s leaving for a day on the water, but instead of a bag full of sunscreen and cocktail shaker, a small armory is hidden inside.

“I’ve only been begging for this for weeks.” Landyn smiles up at me before turning to Spencer. “We’ll be back in plenty of time to get ready for dinner.”

Spencer’s eyes shift between Landyn and me. He stands in the middle of the great room, between us and the terrace. Spencer can’t stop me, but the guards could.

“I’ve been told that you should stay here, Mr. Torres.” He turns his gaze directly on me.

Landyn leans into me, and I swear, I feel her heart beating through her chest. Besides that, she’s cool and steady. “No way. I’ve waited long enough. Boz promised, and I’m holding him to it.”

Spencer gives us a quick nod. “Of course. I sent June and Miranda out for the afternoon. Can I make you a picnic to send with you?”

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