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Patrice's pained eyes trailed over me and he flinched. "Dispararme," he whispered. "No merezco nada menos."
"Sí," Trig seethed. "Tú lo haces."
I held my breath and watched as both men stared at one another.
Several beats passed before Trig nodded stiffly, clearly satisfied with whatever he saw in Patrice's eyes.
"You will not fail me twice," he told him coldly. "Never again, comrade."
"Sí," Patrice replied, not moving to tend to his wound. "Nunca mas."
"Good. Now, get that cleaned up and meet me at the Northwood estate," Trig bit out. "We have a king to kill."
With a stiff nod, Patrice hobbled to the entrance door that was wide-open and slipped outside to the courtyard.
"What did you say?" Stunned, I turned to gape at Trig. "The Northwood estate?" I shook my head, confused. "My home?" A weird feeling jolted inside of me. "I'm going home?"
Ignoring me completely, Trig turned to a group of his men, men I didn’t recognize, and spoke quickly in Spanish.
"Quiero tres carros para seguir mi carro. Todos los hombres armados. Solo Dios sabe lo que ha planeado. Él me está permitiendo salir de aquí con ella y puedo oler una trampa. Quiero que queden cuatro hombres hasta que llegue el respaldo. Necesito ojos en este bastardo en todo momento. Noche y dia. Él no mea sin que yo sepa. Y llamar a Chino. Dile que avise a los hombres. Diles que nos vamos. Esto es importante. No jodas esto o lo pagarás con tu vida."
"Trig?"
Nothing.
"Trig!"
Quick as lightning, Trig snatched up the hand I was using to tap his shoulder and entwined our fingers, not looking at me, as he continued to speak to his men.
"I'm going home?" I demanded, pulling on his hand. "Really?"
"Yes,corderito," he finally confirmed, sounding frustrated as he mumbled something else in Spanish to his guard before lifting me into his arms and moving for the door. "You are going home."
"I'm getting out?" My heart beat harder. "How?"
"When I claimed you at your initiation, everything your father owned became mine," he replied, moving straight for the familiar Bentley. "It is the code. Fabio had to give it to me." Sneering, he added, "You know how seriously he takes his precious code."
"Oh," I croaked out, reeling. "So, you own everything?" Sinking into the backseat, I scooted over for Trig to climb in beside me. "My father's estate – it's all yours?"
"No." Closing the door behind him, Trig slapped a hand on the seat and barked, "Drive," before turning to look at me. His eyes burned with heat when he said, "It's ours."
16
The car I was traveling in drove through the gigantic gates, surrounded by armed guards, and ascended up the three-mile long laneway to the expansive property.
Acres upon acres of land lay before us, and I tried to take in my surroundings, staring out the window at the tree line on either side of the laneway, but I couldn't because I didn’t want to remember.
I felt numb.
Every inch of my father's estate was tinged with beautiful memories – beautiful lies – that were too painful to think about.
Like the huge, deciduous sycamore tree standing slightly apart from the evergreen trees that housed a swing I used to play on every morning after breakfast, or the stables just off the back of the property that I used to sneak inside when I was trying to evade bath time. Or the spot on the gravel where – nope!
I refused to think about it.
Didn't happen.
Never happened.
