Page 39 of Forever: The Companion

But who was he to say?

The Bluetooth in the car beeped through the speakers as the call he had been trying to make for the last thirty minutes—man, there was some shitty service in different parts of the island, unfortunately—finally picked up on the other end.

“Is it done?”

That’s all Cree asked.

Renzo let out a slow breath, his gaze darting to the rear-view mirror to check the road behind him. There, the second black car in his team traveled terribly close to his bumper. Not that he found that problematic, seeing as he had told them to follow that close.

“Yeah,” he finally said, “or mostly. Traveling the kid to the boat now—it’ll take him off the island and then they’ll get him to the private jet out of—”

“Yeah, I know. No problems?”

“Not particularly. Bunch of guns came out when we went into the spot where he was staying with the gang. Man …”

“What?”

“He’s a kid, Cree. Just—”

“A bit younger than I normally train, yes.”

Renzo cleared his throat. “He seemed scared.”

“He should be.”

Right.

That couldn’t be forgotten.

“Everything from here should be standard, yes?” Cree asked.

“By all accounts, the hard part of this is done.”

“Mmhmm, well, the boy’s father called Dare earlier. Said to make sure we told his son—Taman, in case you forgot—that this is for the best.”

Renzo didn’t believe that for a second. Having been the person that boy was currently in the trunk of his car, taken from a bad situation and put into the care of The League, then trained to become this … thing. This person—an assassin who killed for a dollar amount—was not always the best thing, but now wasn’t the time to argue about it, honesty.

He had better things to do.

Places to be after he left here.

Like back with his wife.

“I’ll call you when I hand the boy off at the next checkpoint,” Renzo said dryly.

“You sound—”

“Goodbye, Cree.”

He ended the call before the other man could respond.

It didn’t make a difference that Renzo ended the call so he wouldn’t have to keep talking about the situation with the boy in the back of his trunk. The forty-five minutes that he had to drive to the drop-off point were more than enough time for him to go over every last detail that bothered him. Or rather, made him nervous for the kid.

Once he got to The League, Ren knew what would happen and how it was going to go from there. Nothing about this was easy. Frankly, he wasn’t sure he wanted to be someone who delivered someone to that fate, either.

Oh, well, he thought, staring up at an inky sky while the road came a little faster at his vehicle. You’re almost back home with your wife.

Even if Bali wasn’t home.

Nor was that vacation house.

Lucia, though?

Well, wherever she was, that’s where his home would be.

He just wanted to get back there.