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That is all.

Except it’s not all.

It didn’t end like a transaction.

It began that way. I walked to the bed naked because I wanted to keep him close. I wanted him loyal. I wanted him invested. I wanted him too distracted by me to think about what betraying Vega might cost him.

That was the plan.

A practical plan.

Then the plan got slippery.

Strategy turned into sensation, sensation turned into wanting, and wanting turned into me lying here unable to remember the exact moment I stopped controlling and started begging.

I press the heel of my hand to my forehead. “Jesus.”

Cruz props himself up slightly. “What?”

“Nothing.”

He closes his eyes, lets out a soft snore.

This is unreal. Cruz isn’t even my type. I’m not supposed to fall for a damned mobster. I’m supposed to fall for someone like Shane.

Mild-mannered, respectable Shane, who works beside me at the Bellamy ranch and treats injured animals. Shane, who would bring my mother flowers if he came to Sunday dinner. I’ve seen the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not watching. He’s interested.

Any sane woman would choose Shane.

But I’m a Bellamy, and Bellamys have always savored a challenge when it comes to love.

Falcon fell for Savannah, his parole officer—already someone he shouldn’t have been messing with—and then we found out she was part of the Bianchi crime family. All that did was draw my oldest brother in more.

Raven fell for Savannah’s brother Vinnie because apparently one criminally complicated romance wasn’t enough for this family. And Hawk went for Daniela, a woman ten years his junior, who happened to be married to Vinnie at the time.

And now here I am.

A fourth Bellamy, naked in a brothel bed in Colombia, trying not to feel anything for a man who helped put me in a cell before deciding to become my personal guard dog with a guilty conscience and a very talented mouth and dick.

It would almost be funny if it weren’t my life.

I close my eyes.

No.

I’m not falling for Cruz.

I’m in harm’s way. I need to remember that. Vega still wants me. Zabala is probably furious. My family has no idea where I am. I don’t even know my precise location, beyond somewhere dangerous in a country where too many people owe their loyalty to dead men who refuse to stay dead.

I can’t untangle my feelings for Cruz until I’m back in Texas and safely in my own home.

Cruz shifts again, and the sheet slips lower on his waist. I can’t help looking. The man is a god.

I don’t want to sleep, but I’m freaking exhausted. Drained in a way that feels almost peaceful.

Cruz lies on his back now, one arm behind his head, the other resting near me but not touching. I sigh and snuggle against him.

The second I do, his arm snakes around me.