It was the same way Gwen and I felt about each other. Our souls weren’t tied together—they were welded together. What kind of man would I be if I took that love away from someoneelse? I took it away from Gwen for five years, and it was a miracle we found our way back.
“Dean.”
“Hm?” I looked up to find my friend looking at me with a curious look on his face. “What?”
“Are you alright?”What a question.
“I will be.” That was the truth; there was still a lot of shit that we had to work through. I lifted my chin to James. “Quantico?”
He blew out a breath and looked down the hall. “Ian Matthews just officially confessed everything.”
My brows rose once more. “Everything as in?”
“Every single murder Kevin committed and the use of illegal drugs. He also gave up the location of Matthews' warehouse near the Canadian border.”
“I sense a ‘but’ in there.”
He rubbed a hand down his face. “He wanted full immunity for Kevin and protection for their mother.”
“And?” I prompted, folding my arms over my chest. I was the last person to be handing out judgment, not with the blood on my hands.
“Someone is going to have to go to prison, Connors. You and I both know that,” he sighed. My immunity deal was signed and sealed. I would have to pray for my sins when I joined Romano in hell someday…but I would live the life I was destined to first, with Gwen and our son.
I nodded solemnly. “Kevin?”
“Unfortunately, that isn’t up to me. That will be the jury’s decision.”
That was going to be one hell of a trial.
“Where is he?”
James’s head snapped in the direction of Kay’s voice, and I cleared my throat.
“What the fuck is she doing up here?” he asked in horror.
I shrugged, knowing damn well I was the one to send that officer down to retrieve her. Our blonde friend came into view, not looking any better than when I found her in the tunnel. Her face was splotchy, her blue eyes red, her eyelids swollen from crying. Her straight hair was up in a messy bun, held up by my baby girl’s scrunchy.
Warmth washed over me.
That's my girl.
Always taking care of everyone.
Kay’s jeans were covered in dried blood, her t-shirt stained as well. She looked like an extra on a cheap, overdone horror movie. James opened his mouth to talk, but she beat him to the punch by getting in his face.
“Collin is the one who saved Haley, you arrogant son of a bitch!” she seethed, getting into his face, shoving her finger up at him. “He is a fucking hero! He saved Haley and countless other women and children, yet you had him locked up here?”
The agent’s eyes went wide but only for half a second. He gently lowered her arm. “Karina, you aren’t supposed to be up here,” he said, his voice conveying he was trying not to lose his shit. He had a soft spot for Haley’s girls. Just like me. We were fucked.
“Fuck a cactus!” she snapped and turned to me.
I raised my brows in question. “You hurt him, and I’ll gut you like a fish,” she hissed, baring her teeth to me.Geez, she was even talking like the fucking hitman.
“I haven’t touched him, Kay. I promise,” I swore. Her features softened a fraction, and I gestured to the door. “Be my guest.”
She stepped up to the door, fully ready to yank it open, but stopped short. A Black male doctor, with short hair stepped out. He was wearing green scrubs that didn’t match the hospital’s uniform gray ones, looking down at the tablet resting on his palm, his dark brows pinched together.
“Excuse me,” Kay murmured and tried to slip past him. He raised his head and took in her appearance, likely checking for injuries.
