Page 87 of Possession

Instead, one of the iron gates scrapes down the side of the Cadillac as I barrel through, gun it up the drive, and don’t bother with the garage. Nothing else matters right now.

I can’t trust anyone in the Marino world. The only reason anyone was loyal to me was because Damian elevated me to work by his side. Any respect that was thrown my way came out of fear of Damian, and now, Alamandos.

That doesn’t mean everyone I work around is like Damian or Nic. My gut has always told me that Spencer is a good man. I’ve run backgrounds on everyone in this house. Spencer is not a U.S. citizen nor does he have a visa. He also has no prior records here or in Mexico, and he works his ass off to support his family.

Tonight proves my gut instinct was right about him. He’s at the door waiting for me when I run up the steps. He greets me with a grave expression and a gun tucked into the front of his jeans.

“Where is she?” I demand.

“In your room. June and Rocco are with her.” He slams the door and turns the lock, following me up the stairs. “The boy won’t leave Mrs. Torres. No matter how many times June has ordered him out so she can help her clean up, he won’t budge. I tried, but he won’t listen to me either.”

I’m about to burst through the bedroom door when he calls for me. “Wait.”

I turn to him before I go in. “What?”

He stares at me through his tired, old eyes. “The boy saved her.”

I lower my voice so no one but him can hear me. “You’re telling me the guards let Decker through, saw what was going on, sat on their asses, and allowed it to happen after I made it fucking clear that if anyone touched my wife, they’d be dead?”

Spencer pulls in a deep breath before confirming what I just said with a nod. “I’ll find out what I can. I’ll pull the surveillance.”

I drag a hand down my face. “I want names—everyone who was on duty tonight. I want their background and their connection to the Deckers. I want it before anyone sleeps tonight, got it?”

Spencer’s jaw goes hard. “I shouldn’t have taken the night off.”

I shake my head. “This isn’t on you. It’s my burden. But from now on, if I leave this house, you’re here. Got it?”

He nods once.

“Get me that information. Once I find out who can’t follow an order, we’ll take care of them.”

For the first time since I’ve met him, Spencer answers in a way that’s not professional or subservient the way Damian expected those who worked for him to act and speak. “Fuck, yeah, we will.”

There it is.

My gut is right. Spencer doesn’t belong in this world any more than I do.

I can’t think about that right now. I need to get to Landyn.

I push the door open, but stop at the threshold.

Fuck.

My heart.

I didn’t know the organ that kept me alive could seize and beat simultaneously. Only the sight of her in this state could defy science.

Her petrified blues hit me with force. In all she’s been through, they’ve never looked like this. She’s huddled in the corner of her sofa, white knuckling a blanket at her chest, and tears stain her face.

She’s trembling.

She might as well be stuck in a blizzard instead of sitting in a bedroom suite of a posh estate.

June is standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed, in a standoff with Rocco. The kid has planted himself between the two women, as if June is a threat.

The tension in the room is off the charts.

“He won’t let me tend to her, let alone take a step closer,” June bites. Her arms fall to her side as she points across the room. “I know what to do. I need to get her cleaned up and those cuts on her face need to be treated.”

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