**** Symphony’s P.O.V*****
I sat on the side of the bed listening to Brazen tell me about the cartel. How they had made a deal to help save me, and then the cartel turned on them. I dealt with shady men all the time in the financial world, but nothing to this extent. I felt like I had put all their lives in danger.
I just cried. I was tired of being strong. I know all of my tears weren't just about the cartel. They were for the mess with Brad, his death, and all the issues I had brought Brazen and his club.
Brazen stopped talking and looked up at me with sorrowful eyes. Shifting to the edge of the chair, he pulled me into his lap and laid my head on his shoulder, and began rubbing my back.
At this point, I wished I hadn't taken the pain pills because I was getting sleepy and e
