Rico – POV
I was already walking on thin ice with Justin—and June sure as hell wasn't helping my case.
It was my job to keep tabs on her. Watch, not interfere. Record, not question. Easy in theory, until she pulled a move like this.
How the hell was I supposed to tell him that she hadn't come back last night? That she'd spent the night somewhere else—someone else's place? That some random guy might have had his hands on her, while Justin was still spiraling from her escape?
My palms were sweating. My thoughts raced.
This wasn't going to go well.
Justin had been different lately. Restless. His control over his personalities slipping in all the worst ways. One minute, he was calm—cold, calculating, even productive. The next, I'd see a flicker in his eye and know something darker had taken the wheel.
I'd seen what happened to people who gave him bad news at the wrong moment.
