Seducing Texas (So not Prince Charming #2)(45)

Her face blanches, which only further ignites my jealous rage, and that damn kiss hurts like f*cking hell.

“I didn’t enjoy it, and you.” She stabs a finger at me. “You’re kissing Nikita. How do you think that makes me feel? I’m sick of it.”

“The feds think they’re close, and I’d like to catch these f*cks coming after me.” And her. I recall her run-in at the tower’s parking garage. I also tracked down more of the IP addresses where the data is going.

“I can’t deal with it anymore,” she says more to the window than to me.

“What are you saying, Cyn?” Fuck. She better not leave me.

“I don’t know.”

I’ve rarely seen her cry, and tears pool in her eyes dulled from lack of sleep and the drain from adrenaline. She’s tough. She proved that to me when she escaped her abductors who killed her mother and then when she killed one of the men hunting us in Alaska.

“I love you,” I say. I love her too much, and I can’t lose her, especially to some f*cking drug lord.

Her hand grazes my arm. “There’s no one else but you. How could there be? You’re the only guy who understands my body.”

To my knowledge, I’m the only guy who’s gotten her off, and I want to be the last guy she f*cks.

“There’s Willa,” she says, pointing at a black Escalade.

“Do you think Manny tried to run you over?”

“I don’t know. He rarely comes to the States.”

Willa has pulled off the road alongside a deep chasm. We need to ditch the SUV, and the severe drop-off gives me an idea.

“Wait here, princess.” I expect her not to listen, but she rests her head against the window, and that makes me feel worse.

I get out and take a rag from my bag. Using the rag, I open the SUV door, so I don’t leave prints. “Come on.”

I help her out, and she’s shaking and crying. I’d overheard she’d killed Manny and his kid. She’s only eighteen and the murders will weigh on her. “Get in the car.” We need to get the hell out of Mexico as quickly as possible.

Using the gas can in the back of the Escalade, I pour it onto the SUV’s seats. After wiping down the door and steering wheel, I put the SUV in drive and toss a lighter into the SUV. In a fiery ball, it drives into the chasm 60 or so feet down and then explodes at the bottom. Good. It’ll be hard to get any evidence from the SUV.

I drive us to the tunnel and wipe down our prints, even though we could’ve left fibers in the car. We hurry through the tunnel and on the other side of it, my truck is waiting with Aedan in it.

He gets out of the vehicle and runs to Willa, picking her up to hold her. She sobs onto his shoulder, and he pulls her into the rear cab. I don’t know how he found the tunnel, but we should leave before Espinoza shows up.

It’s a very cold ride home and silent other than Willa’s tears. Cyn stares out the window. The icy chill in the air penetrates my bones and worries the shit out of me. I love Cyn. I shouldn’t have come down so hard on her when I have to see Niki. If more drug dealers are involved with my embezzlement, then they could come after Cyn.

To my surprise, Cyn lets me come into her townhouse. She’s angry with me, and I haven’t gotten over the kiss with Juarez. Given Lindsey is staying at mine, I don’t want to go there and my clothes are here.

Willa and Aedan go to her room, and Cyn is seething. Willa comes out a few minutes later with an overnight bag packed.

“I’m going,” Willa says.

“You’re not going with him,” Cyn says. “You’re too young.”

“I’m eighteen, and you can’t tell me what to do. Hell, I killed them.” Her voice is strained and low.

“You should listen to your sister,” I say. “You’re upset. Why don’t you wait?” I’m pretty sure Willa is a virgin. She’s not like her wild sisters.

She doesn’t talk back to me but comes over and kisses my cheek by pulling me down to her. “Thank you, but I can’t stay here, not after what happened.”

“Stop her, Shane,” Cyn begs.

I pull Cyn into my arms and whisper, “Let her go for now. Aedan’s a good man. Nothing will probably happen.”

After Willa leaves with Aedan, Cyn pushes me off. “You shouldn’t have let her go.” She walks into her bedroom and closes the door.

It’s early Monday morning, so I shower, shave, and dress for work. When I’m done, hoping she’s calmed down, I ask, “Do you want me to stay here with you?”

“I’ll come in after a bit. I just need to…”

I can feel the tension between Cyn and me. “Please don’t shut me out, Cyn.”

She won’t look at me, and it’s killing me. “Please go. I’ll see you in an hour. I can’t deal with everything.”

As I get into my truck, my cell phone rings.

Shit. It’s Lindsey. “What’s up?”

“Where’s the key to your room?” she asks. “I’d like to give Remy a bath, and there’s only a shower in the guest bathroom.”

“You aren’t allowed in my room. He can take a shower.”

She’s another issue I need to deal with. I need to get her the hell out of my condo.