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“Awful lot of people are looking for your sister. You know, she’s pretty and all. Got this beautiful dark, glossy hair.” Hereaches out, brushing a lock of hair from Hannah’s face with the end of his pistol. “But you . . . you’re something else.”
Everything in my body recoils; my eyes running red with rage. I want to fucking kill him. I want to break those fingers off and feed them to him, one by one until he’s choking on his own blood for daring to touch her.
For daring to touch what’smine.
“Mason, you didn’t tell me the governor’s daughter was such a fine little piece of ass.”
Hannah meets my gaze, her lips wobbling when he steps around her, slowly stalking her. A predator. I give her a small, subtle nod that only she would be able to notice. Cortez can sense fear like a shark to blood in the ocean. I need her detached.
“So, you’ve got your cake and you’re eating it, too . . .” He smiles at me over her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back into him. “Can’t say I blame you,” he smirks, the cocky grin on his face the one that will remain burned in my brain the entire time I’m ringing the life from him. His hands roam down her body until his fingers rest just above the waistband of her jeans. “Tell me . . . when you’re fucking her, does it ever cross your mind that she’s what got you into this mess in the first place?”
Fuck.
Hannah’s eyes widen and it’s then she figures it out.
“No?” he presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Well, consider this a warning. The next time I have to come here and make sure you’re keeping in line, I’ll kill her. And if you think I needMama’spermission, it’s already been granted.”
“Sueltenlo.”
He shoves Hannah toward me at the same time the men holding me let me go. I catch her and hold her against my chestwhile Cortez’s men laugh and Cortez heads toward the door of the garage.
“Oh, and Carpenter,” Cortez stops just before the door, turning back to us as Hannah buries her face in my chest. “Tell yourmamaI said hello.”
Hannah
The door to the garage slams shut and after a few moments, the rumble of engines sounds outside as the cartel packs up to leave. We stand in silence, listening to them until their engines are drowned out by the sound of the rain and I’m sure they’re gone.
This is all my fault.
I push away from Mason, storming toward the office.
“Hannah,” he bites, locking the door and following after me. The adrenaline coursing through my body is enough to make me sick to my stomach. All these lies. All these secrets I have to find out through weird texts and near-death experiences.
Mason had a gun pointed at his head.
A fucking gun.
“Hannah.”
His voice is laced with rage, but I’m angrier.
“You lied!” I bellow, whirling on him. I stop just inside his office.
I need to get the fuck out of here. Betrayal burns hot and disgusted in my chest, making me nauseous. Even then, it’s nothing compared to the sickness that comes from the image of Cortez pointing a gun to his head.
I’m so angry I could kill him.
I shove at his chest with all my might, but he doesn’t budge.
In fact, he just steps closer, eyes flashing with venom.
“I didn’t lie.Youdidn’t listen,” he growls, voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it before. My heart bottoms out in my chest at the rage in his voice and the darkness in his eyes.
“They could have killed you! And you’re a part of it?TraffickingMason?”
“They forced me into a chop shop, Hannah. Not trafficking.” His gaze darkens. “Not until now. I’m as much a part of it as you are,” he bites. “And you can thank your mother for that.”
My mother . . . “All these years, you’ve been dealing with the cartel and now you’re trying to say it’s because ofmymother? The governor of California? Why would she do that?” There’s no way.
