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“Guys, our orders are to return to base ASAP,” he announces.
“What?” I ask in surprise. “What about the terrorists?”
“According to the team that has been working on it apart from us, the terrorists have left Mexico. They’ve just left the cartel and guards to manage things on the ground. I’m guessing they fled as soon as they couldn’t find you. They wouldn’t risk blowing their op. They’re long gone by now, probably relocated in another country.”
“Fucking assholes!” I yell.
“Yeah, Ethan. I know you’re angry, but we have to leave. Right now. I already called the jet.”
“No, no, no, no,” I say. “What about Audra? I still have a few things to do here, I can’t just leave.”
“Ethan, I get it. But it’s a direct order. You can’t refuse.”
I run my hands through my hair in frustration.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. “I can’t leave with her, can I?”
Lucas shakes his head.
“She might still be in danger,” I tell him.
“Sam will work on a full-proof new identity for her until she has to return back to America. I don’t think the terrorists are still on the look-out for either of you. If she’s worried, she can booka flight and leave immediately, but she should be fine here until she decides to leave. Sam,” Lucas calls to our tech genius.
He immediately grabs his laptop from his bag and gets to work.
“So you’re telling me I’m going to have to leave Mexico in less than an hour?”
“Yeah, sorry, E,” he says apologetically.
“I have to go talk to Audra,” I say with a groan.
I head towards Greg’s room, where I find both of them on his bed having a conversation. Annoyingly, they’re seated close to each other. Shoulders touching, heads bent together as they check out something on his phone.
“You were so hot back then,” I hear Greg say.
“I’m still hot now,” Audra returns.
Kill me now.
I clear my throat to draw their attention to me. Then I walk in and pull Audra up. I place a hand around her waist in a show of possessiveness. I’m done denying what we are. Greg smirks when he sees my arm.
“The two of you are together?” he asks.
“Yes,” I state firmly.
“That’s great. I’m happy for you, Audra,” he says to her.
Then he turns to me. “Take good care of her. Even though you probably don’t deserve her.”
I nod because he’s absolutely right.
“I’ll give you both some privacy. He looks like he has something to say.”
He leaves the room, and then we’re alone.
“I’d just like to point out that that display was narcissistic and possessive to a fault. Especially since we aren’t actually together,” Audra starts moving out of my grip.
“We’re together,” I bite out.
