Page 88 of His Forbidden Obsession

“No. The only places he regularly travels are Las Vegas and Miami. There’s nowhere else I can think of that he’s stayed for an extended time, but he wouldn’t mention any secret hideouts in front of me.”

“Do you think he’s left the country?” Lorenzo asked.

“That is what I would do if I were him,” Remington said. “But obviously, he and I don’t think the same way.”

Alina huffed. “I hope not.”

“We have got people watching—good people. If he turns up on anyone’s radar, we will send someone or go in ourselves.”

“I want it to be me,” Alina said.

“I understand, but eliminating the threat is the most important thing.”

She blew out a breath and nodded. “I know.”

I reached over and took her hand. Lorenzo’s gaze went straight to where our intertwined fingers lay on her thigh. I rolled my eyes at him. No way was he jealous of her.

“Lorenzo, do you have a problem?” Remington asked.

“No. Well, yes. A lot of them. Ivanov being on the loose is the main one. But I also need you to know that Niko is staying here with me.”

I froze. Was now really the time to bring this up?

It was Alina’s turn to squeeze my hand in comfort. My heart was beating so hard I could feel my pulse in my ears.

Remington glared at Lorenzo. “You think you can make this decision on your own, after I told you what the plan was?”

“You said Niko would start over somewhere once Dimitri and Ivanov were eliminated. Ivanov is out there somewhere. Niko is staying with me.”

“And when we catch Ivanov⁠—”

“If.”

“We are going to get the man. He is going to fuck up. His twisted needs will see to that eventually. Once Ivanov is eliminated, we’ll have another discussion.”

“Lorenzo—”

Without even thinking, without fear holding me back, I said, “I don’t want to leave. I should be part of this conversation.”

“And you should get a say in this, why?”

Lorenzo spoke before I could. “Because I am in love with him, and he is mine.”

Remington’s eyes widened, and he looked at me, noting Lorenzo’s watch still on my arm. “And you? You feel the same way?”

“Yes. I don’t ever want to leave Lorenzo.”

Remington sighed. “Why does love keep derailing our plans?”

“You got together with Henri before any of the rest of us found someone,” Lorenzo said.

“Yes, but that is⁠—”

“It is no different.”

Remington huffed.

Alina spoke next. “I want to stay too, and I want to help with the search for my father.”