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“I don’t know what’s next,” I said honestly. “After we recover my brother, I mean. But I’ll tell you boys this: whatever it is, it has to involveyou. Without the three of you in my life I have no life. Nothing means anything. Not without this kind of love.”
I settled back into the seat, my heart hammering its way out of my chest. I should’ve been nervous. I should’ve been frightened at what baring my soul so fully and completely could expose me to.
But my three lovers were all staring back at me, with nothing but the purest expressions of adoration and love.
Eventually Santiago turned back to grip the steering wheel. He threw the car into drive and pulled swiftly away again.
“Let’s finish this,” he growled, his voice strong and sure.
Fifty
BRYNNE
It went down every bit like in the movies, and that part was surreal to me. The old, abandoned warehouse at the ass end of the wharf. The shadows that hid only God-knew-what, swirling in from every direction.
We advanced carefully, moving through the expanse of nothingness as a single unit. Silas walked in front, with Santiago and Cody protecting me on the left and right. Each step had me more and more worried. Each second that ticked by without anything happening made me feel like we were being led into a trap.
“That’s far enough.”
The words came from ahead and to the right; a well-spoken male voice with a distinct Mexican accent. We halted and a man stepped into view. He was slim and well-built, dressed in a crisp white shirt with dark suspenders. He also wore a hat.
“Mr. Romero?”
Santiago took two steps forward. He moved with cool confidence, but also held his hands casually by his sides, palms open. The gesture wasn’t lost on the man in the hat. He nodded approvingly.
“You asked to meet me,” the man said coolly. “That there was something you needed to speak about?”
“Yes,” Santiago answered.
The man paused, smiled, then extended his arms. His hands were equally empty.
“Well here I am.”
A shifting began around us; shadows coalescing into the forms of people. I stifled a gasp as no less than eight men stepped into view, each bigger and tougher-looking than the last. All of them wore stoic, silent expressions as their hands remained clasped before them.
“I can’t wait to finally hear this,” the man in the hat said. “Something so important it required my actual presence, when a simple phone call would’ve sufficed.”
Silas stepped up now, moving beside his friend. He avoided acknowledging the cartel henchmen altogether, focusing instead of their apparent leader.
“Talk is cheap,” said Silas, “and things get lost in translation. Sometimes a phone call isn’t enough. Sometimes you just need toshowsomeone.”
The man laughed merrily. “Amen to that.”
“So do you have something to show us, first?”
The cartel leader looked around for a moment, his smile slowly fading. It wasn’t a mirthful smile anyway. It was all for show.
“Did youbringhim?” Silas asked firmly. “Or did we waste our time coming here and—”
The man snapped his fingers, and a figure was thrust out into the light. At first I didn’t recognize him at all. He was too thin, too hunched over. Too physically depleted and wasted to even remotely trigger my memory.
But then I saw his face, and my heart leapt into my throat.
“Evan!”
I ran to him, despite the boys previously warning me not to. I couldn’t help it! His face was twisted in agony, his expression so full of anguish and suffering.
“Evan, oh my God…”
