“I wouldn’t have touched her if I wasn’t.”
He nodded once. “Then do right by her, Dom. I mean that.”
“I plan to.”
Marcos stepped closer, jabbing a finger lightly into my chest. “’Cause I’d hate to be the one that gotta take you out if you fuck her over.”
I smirked faintly. “You’d have to catch me first, nigga.”
He laughed, then pulled me into a quick one-arm hug. “Go talk to her.”
I nodded and turned toward the house, heart thumping harder than any mission ever made it beat.
That wasn’t business; it was personal. And that scared me more than anything.