Chapter 2Troy froze as a series of powerful emotions swept over him like a tsunami. When had this smaller, younger man come to be so important that a vision of Juan hurt or killed almost tore his guts out? When had what he’d considered a casual friendship become something else, a great deal more intense and overpowering? Why? When? How?
He tightened his hand atop Juan’s and then released it. Juan shook his head. Amazement changed swiftly to sorrow in his expression before he spoke.
“No! Why did you get involved? These are very bad men, my friend. Now they will learn who you are and where you live, who you care about and you will be in their power, too. You should not have stepped in.”
“Bullshit! This is America, Juan, not Mexico. I know they must be part of the drug empire, but they don
