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I end the call, tossing my phone on the counter as soon as I enter. Hannah who was singing softly to the radio on the desk as she organizes the last of tonight’s invoices, jumps like I’d fired a shot. Under different circumstances, I would almost feel guilty for scaring her after the other night. Right now, we don’t have time to care.
Not with the cartel on our doorstep.
“You need to go.”
Her brows knit together in confusion when I grab her bag and wrap an arm around her waist, forcefully tugging her from her spot behind the counter and toward the door to the garage.
“What’s wrong?” she demands, surprise coloring her voice. Worry pools in those fucking eyes and my chest clenches with something sharp and ugly. I need her out of the shop. Out of sight. Out of fucking danger. My chest feels ridiculously tight at the thought of them finding her. Possessive. Murderous.
This has got to be my fucking karma.
“No time. Go through the back and right across to the house.” I don’t want her walking home alone, but I also don’t want her here when Cortez gets here. “I’ll explain later.”
“Mason,” she snaps, tugging a hand free and my palms are just sweaty enough that she manages. “You can’t keep—”
I don’t know what she was going to say and quite frankly, I don’t care. I tug her against my chest, grip her chin, and silence her with a rough kiss.
That shuts her up.
“You said you trust me. Well, now’s the time to prove it, little doe.” My voice is rough and her eyes widen with concern. “Go home and don’t leave the house until I come for you.”
“Are we in danger?”
Fucking always, it seems.
“Go,” I push her toward the garage door and follow her out. “Back door.”
“Going somewhere?”
Everything in my body fills with cement.
Hannah freezes, her mouth falling open at the group of men in the room around us.
Fuck. Me.
As far as bad shit goes, this pretty much takes the cake.
Cortez. I don’t know his first name. Probably evil motherfucker, if I had to guess. He stands in the center of the garage—mygarage—with a devilish smirk on his face.
He knows exactly what my plan was.
And now he knows my weakness.
He chuckles, that same sinister grin flashing a set of bright, white teeth. “You’re a dead man.”
I step in front of Hannah. No need to stand on formality. Unfortunately, my shielding her doesn’t mean much, and now that he’s seen her, I can tell by the black glint in his eyes . . . he’s going to use her against me.
“We’re closed, Cortez.”
Cortez smiles brightly, though there’s a sinister glint to the way he bares his teeth. As if he wouldn’t hesitate to rip your throat out if you pushed him to it.
“Well, I think the owner would make an exception for me, don’t you?” He chuckles and a couple of his men follow suit. Fucking sheep. “Of course, the customer’s always right.”
Another round of laughter.
“If you’ve come to check up on us, we’re good,” I grit. Hannah’s hand rests on my lower back and I can feel the tremors move through her. “Everything’s been done as it was agreed upon.”
Of course, I didn’t agree on shit, but we don’t need to get into the details.
