Page 165 of Possession

I shake my head. “No fucking way. She’s a victim of bad just like you are. She had no idea what was going on until we went to New York. But she’s all in now. As soon as this case is wrapped up, she’s coming with me. She’s just as much mine as she’s always been.”

He sits back and crosses his arms. “Do you know how fucked up this is? Just for your information, I hate cops.”

I shrug. “You were raised to hate cops—it’s time to act like a man and think for yourself. You didn’t hate me yesterday. I’m the same man I’ve always been. I can prove it to you if you let me. But I’ll leave you with this: I’m going to be pissed if you hurt Landyn. Her goal is to have you in our lives. My goal is to give her everything she wants.”

He rolls his eyes.

“In a world of bad, choose good.” I open the door. “You’ve got twenty-four hours. Use them wisely.”

The last thing I see are his betrayed eyes before I shut the door on him.

I walk to the neighboring room. Landyn is standing in front of the one-way window staring at Rocco. Tears stain her face, but she doesn’t look away until two agents show him out.

Micah, Tim, and Cole stand behind her, but I don’t look at any of them. “Chica.”

She turns to me and swipes her tears away. “I don’t think he’s going to choose us.”

I hold my hand out and she comes straight into my arms. I dip a hand into her hair and hold her to me. “He might come around.”

She nods where her cheek is pressed to my chest, but I don’t think she believes it. Hell, I don’t have much hope that he won’t go the wrong way either. But for her, I’m determined to do everything I can to convince him.

I look over her head to the men. “Let’s get to the wire room. I worked and sacrificed for two years for this. I want to hear it go down live.”

39

GONE

Landyn

Ifeel it before I have a chance to open my eyes.

His fingers slide through my bare sex as his tongue swipes my neck.

We didn’t get to our hotel room until the early morning hours. Teams of DEA agents were busy into the night. What was planned to go down early this morning, was kicked into gear a day early thanks to my father and Ed Decker trying to come after Brax.

The shipment was confiscated as soon as every kilo hit American soil. Every Jackal in sight was taken into custody. Their compound was raided, as were all of Ed Decker’s properties.

So was my childhood home.

There are still a few stray Jackals on the run who weren’t helping transport at the scene. But they still have federal warrants—namely the president, Logan Pritchett. He apparently doesn’t like to get his hands dirty. Brax said this isn’t unusual and hopes to officially charge him since his rap sheet is a mile long.

Alamandos Marino, on the other hand, has gone missing in Mexico. Every tap the CIA had on his organization has gone dead. Their direct source to him was Brax when he was acting as Boz, and that’s no more. He’s a ghost and will likely not come up for air soon. He’s not a threat to us here in the States with his organization in shambles—at least that’s what Brax says.

Even the Marino distributors on the east coast were taken into custody last night.

Brax and I have only been out from under the oppression of the Marinos for less than twenty-four hours, and I’ve never felt more at peace than I do right now.

My eyes open to our new surroundings when Brax’s voice hits me low and gravely from sleep. “Baby, we need to talk.”

I part my legs farther for him. “Do we?”

He presses his long, hard cock into my ass cheeks as he spoons me. We checked into the hotel last night, took a shower, and fell into bed—naked and exhausted.

I don’t know what time it is, but Brax is officially rested. The proof is long and hard and ready for me. “We need to talk about what’s next.”

I exhale with a little moan when he slides a finger inside me. “I thought we already moved ontonext. What else is there to talk about?”

“I’m assigned to the New York City Division office,” he mutters against my skin before he nips my earlobe. “I have a place in Queens. You live here.”

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