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He came to avenge his boss, but even though my brothers intercepted him, the attempt spooked Oliver.

And he’s been gone ever since.

And knowing Oliver… he’ll stay gone forever just to protect me.

“He’s still checking on you, Dami,” Alexios says. “I might have slipped into a little backdoor of the hospital’s network. I set up some… let’s call them alerts. I get a notification whenever someone tries to look at your medical database from an outside server.”

“He’s checking on me?”

“Constantly,” Alexios confirms. “Multiple times a day.”

I smile, and my chest starts feeling lighter. “Are Logan and Law back from Washington?”

“No,” Knox says, sitting on a couch. “They already finished with the FBI and the CIA, but they still need to present the cartel evidence to the DEA.”

“Oh… okay.”

“But I’m leaving tomorrow to meet up with them,” Knox adds. “You want me to send them a message?”

“Not to them… but I am going to need all of your help.”

Leif leans against my bed and pats my leg. “What do you need, Dami?”

I turn to Alexios. “Can you trace Oliver’s exact location?”

“The second he pings the hospital network again.”

“And what do you need from the rest of us?” Björn asks.

I look at my brothers and grin. “I’m gonna need you to kidnap my man.”

CHAPTER 24

OLIVER

My thumb hovers over Kaleo’s contact on my phone screen, but my hand trembles so damn hard I can barely keep my grip. I’ve been exhausted before, but it’s never felt like this.

This feels like it isn’t just my body that needs rest, but my heart and my soul.

Come on, Ollie…

All you have to do is press the green button.

Press the call button, tell Kaleo to get the plane ready, prep the route, and get the hell out of New York.

It is as easy as it gets… But my finger refuses to move.

Even walking down this quiet, beautiful street, with no one in sight, I feel like I’m choking. I can barely breathe.

Damn it! I want to see him… at least one last time.

I want to memorize the temperature of Damián’s skin, the smell of his cedar-mint deodorant, and the way his gorgeous brown eyes look at me like I am the only thing that matters in the world.

But I can’t…

If I see him, I won’t leave.

I know myself, and I am too damn weak when it comes to him. I know without a doubt that if I look into his eyes and he reaches out, I will selfishly attach myself to him and drag him right down into the absolute hell my life is about to become.