“Just because he’s family doesn’t mean he can be trusted.”
“I appreciate your concern, Justin, I do, but I just need time to think about this. Everything has happened so fast,” I say, holding my hand to my head. The throb there growing worse by the second. I just need some time.
Justin grits his teeth and walks out onto the front porch, the screen door slamming with a thwack behind him. I retreat upstairs, my heart and mind in a whirlwind over what to do.
Ihad to walk away before I said something I would regret later. My emotions are all over the damn place. To think she is even considering going with him has my blood boiling.
I can’t lose her.
No fucking way.
Not now.
And who the hell does he think he is anyway? He left her there. Never came back for her. That knowledge alone singes me and comforts me at the same time. In a fucked up way, I’m glad he didn’t come back for her because then I would have never found her.
Curling my fingers into a fist, I slam the base of it against the post, inhaling several deep breaths in an attempt to regain some semblance of control.
What I do know is there is no way in hell she’s going anywhere with him. The way he kept looking at her gave me the damn creeps. My hackles were raised from the second he got out of that SUV and he knew it. I didn’t try to hide my ire when he said he wanted Selena to come live with him either.
Fuck that shit.
Not happening.
Selena may think his intentions are good but I know better.
Dipping my hand into my pocket, I retrieve my phone to call one of my special investigators and a trusted friend. Lindsey’s husband, Larson Higgens.
“Higgens.”
“I need you to check into someone for me.”
“I need to know everything you can tell me on Carlito Cruz.”
I can hear his fingers already moving across the keys of his computer. The fucker never sleeps.
“The attorney general of Mexico?”
“He’s Selena’s uncle.”
“You’re shitting me.”
“I need to know everything. Where he sleeps, who he has dealings with, and how he’s related to Cesar Del Marco.”
“Anything else?”
“I also want all the information you can get me on Teddy and Vivian Allen out of Iowa.”
“On it. I’ll call you when I have information.”
“Thanks.”
“You got it, boss.”
Ending the call, I look up to find Grady’s truck coming down the long dirt driveway. They stop in front of the porch and Pop opens the door to get out. “Holler at me tomorrow, we’ll go on down to the VFW.”
Pop makes his way up the cobblestone path leading to the porch. “What’s the matter with you? You look about ready to spit nails.”
“Selena’s uncle was here when we got back today.”
