Page 132 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

Only she ever mattered.

“You can exit the plane now,” the woman said behind them.

Cross nodded once, and pushed against Catherine’s lower back to make her move forward. She did without a fight, thankfully, staying by his side as they moved down the stairs. He handed over her luggage as her father and his own stepped forward, coming close enough to likely hear whatever goodbyes were said.

“The black Mercedes at the end is taking you home,” Dante said, not even giving Cross a passing glance as he spoke. “Your mother will be going with you.”

Catherine frowned. “All right.”

“Get going, Catty.”

She gave Cross a look, and he winked. “All is well.”

Or it would be.

Catherine gave his hand a squeeze, and then she was gone from his side. Cross didn’t bother to speak until he watched his girl get into her car, followed by her mother, and the vehicle was out of his sight entirely.

“Dante—”

The man held up a single hand, stopping Cross’s father from saying anything more. “I will speak. You will listen.”

Calisto scowled. “As long as speaking is all we do.”

Dante laughed dryly. “We’ll see.”

Cross set his small luggage to the tarmac. “She didn’t tell me that you didn’t know until recently.”

Angry, green eyes turned on Cross in a blink. He swore if Dante were capable, he would have killed him dead just by glaring at him.

“Do you honestly believe that I would allow my only daughter to travel out of country with a gunrunner for two weeks while he was partaking in an active fucking deal?”

Cross looked to his father. “I didn’t know you knew that was happening.”

“He asked why you were in Cancun,” Calisto said, “and I told him since Andino also has a hand in the whole thing.”

“Yes, so it’s better you don’t lie,” Dante said lowly. “Seems there’s been a bit too much lying already happening between Andino, you, and my daughter.”

“I didn’t know you knew about the deal that was going down.”

That was the truth.

He hadn’t planned on offering the information, either.

Clearly, Calisto had different plans.

“Is that supposed to make it better?” Dante roared.

“Everything was handled,” Cross said, refusing to be affected by Dante’s rage. “She was fine.”

He wasn’t going to offer more details in that regard, though.

“You … you are …” Dante turned away, pinching the bridge of his nose as he snarled to himself. “She is not one of your toys, Cross. She is my daughter!”

“Perhaps you should ask Catherine if I use her like a boy might use one of his toys, and see how she feels about it, huh? Besides, I tend to think she likes the way I use her.”

That was not the right thing to say.

Calisto’s gaze widened, turning on his son with a warning on his tongue that was already too late. Cross knew it as the final words had spewed from his own mouth because Dante had the gun in his hand, the hammer cocked back, and the barrel an inch from Cross’s face before he’d finished speaking.