Date Finished: 4/10/2026
Rating: NC-17
Keywords: Jonathan Pine/Teddy Dos Santos, Slash, Teddy finds out about
Jonathan early, anal sex, halfhearted attempt at murder, handjobs
Spoilers: Probably not, but it probably makes more sense if you know the
plot of both seasons.
Disclaimer: I am a fanfiction writer. Clearly I would never be allowed to
write these characters for actual money.
Summary: Perdóname, Padre, porque he pecado. [Forgive me, Father, for I have
sinned]
Author's Notes: I still think this is all Chrissy's fault, but I'm guessing
at this point she is unwilling to take credit.
---
Confessions
---
He thinks he is probably in shock.
'You had to believe he was dead,' Angela insisted over the secure line while
he watched Roper's villa from a safe distance. Where Roper was living.
Breathing. Present tense. 'I had no choice. We'd have both died.'
He leaves Martin on surveillance duty.
As the cabbie navigates the streets back to the hotel, he struggles to hold
himself together.
'Do you have any idea how hard this has been without you?'
He feels like a child that's been abandoned to a cruel, uncaring world. A
world where the monster he thought he had banished to the depths has crawled
back to the surface to torment him. And he doesn't know if he can defeat it
again.
His phone rings. 'Teddy' the screen announces. He pulls himself together,
lets Matthew's mask fall back over him, and answers with a smile. "Yes?"
"Hola, señior Ellis." Teddy's voice is light, playful, but entirely too
formal. As if he is already distancing himself from Matthew. "Where are
you?"
"At the hotel," Jonathan lies. 'In bed, naked,' Matthew almost adds.
'Thinking of you.' He is no longer sure that sleeping with Teddy was the
right move. He is no longer sure of anything. He thought he was in control
of this mission before, but now...
"Are you packed and ready?"
At least Sally is working with the prosecutor on his part of the operation.
He trusts her to do it right. He doesn't know if he could anymore. "Yes."
"Bien. I will be there soon."
Teddy hangs up and Jonathan prompts the driver to speed up while his
thoughts continue to race.
He has just enough time to make it look like the bed has been slept in and
take a lightning quick shower before there is a knock at the door. He
answers, dripping wet, with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
Teddy freezes, his eyes falling to the towel before pushing inside the room.
"Hijueputa," he mutters under his breath.
'Guess that's an improvement,' Jonathan thinks. 'Now I'm the SON of a
whore.'
"I thought you said you were ready," Teddy accuses. Jonathan notes that the
Colombian's eyes keep drifting from his face, lingering on the edges of the
towel, no doubt noticing the partly hidden bruise on his hip. Part of him
wants to drop the towel and invite Teddy to explore all the other marks he
left on his body. But the confidence he felt last night has all but
evaporated now and he's afraid he might be in over his head.
Teddy is working for Richard Roper. He needs to tread carefully. "I am," he
says lightly. "I just had to take a shower. It's so hot here..."
"Are we good, amigo," Teddy almost interrupts. "You stay here all night?"
Jonathan keeps his expression innocent. "Of course. Where else would I go?"
'He knows,' the voice of doubt hisses in the back of his mind. 'He saw you
out in the bushes. He knows you followed him.' No. That's not possible. But
something is off. The ground between them has shifted since last night.
Teddy brushes past him deeper into the suite as he is talking, headed right
for the open suitcase. Jonathan follows instinctively, trying to sound
unconcerned. But when Teddy pulls the black tie Jonathan wore to the gala
out, he feels his stomach drop.
"What are you doing?"
"Turn around," Teddy orders calmly.
"We're going to be late for the flight," Jonathan argues weakly.
"You wanted to stay. One more day, you said. I cancelled it."
Jonathan's mind races to try to make sense of what Teddy is saying and the
way he is behaving.
Teddy approaches him slowly, the tie gripped in one hand. "Turn around," he
orders again, his voice lower with a darker edge.
"What are you going to do to me," Jonathan asks, his voice wavering
somewhere between his own apprehension and Matthew's excitement at the
possibility that he is about to have sex again.
Teddy smirks and, with the hand not clutching the tie, brushes a finger
along the visible edge of the bruise on Jonathan's hip. "Te haré mío." [I
will make you mine.]
'Yes,' a voice Jonathan is beginning to think is just Matthew hisses in the
back of his head.
"Do you still trust me," Teddy asks almost innocently.
Jonathan nods shakily and slowly turns his back to Teddy, forcing himself to
remain calm as his arms are drawn behind his back and tied together.
"Okay?"
'YES,' Matthew growls, unconcerned with the possible peril Jonathan might be
in. "Yeah," Jonathan breaths shakily, his apprehension not stopping his body
from stirring with excitement.
He turns and Teddy unceremoniously tugs the towel from him, letting it fall
to the floor at his feet. He takes a moment to admire the view and
appreciate how different it is in the light of day before pressing on
Jonathan's shoulders, forcing him to his knees. "Chúpame, papi." [Suck
me, papi.]
Jonathan barely has time to wonder why Teddy is calling him "papi" again -
certainly not enough to register an objection - before the Colombian's cock
is unceremoniously plunging into his mouth. He does his level best to give
Teddy the best blowjob he is capable of without use of his hands, but he
doubts it compares to last night. It doesn't matter. He is not in control of
anything. All he can do is relax and let Teddy use him. He is grateful for
the extra cushion of the towel beneath his knees at least, though he doubts
that was intentional.
As before, Teddy pulls out long before he is even close to finishing.
Jonathan gasps and pants, struggling to get his breath back, blinking back
reactive tears as the hand Teddy has fisted in his hair tugs painfully.
"Ahora. A la cama." [On the bed. Now.]
Jonathan stumbles to his feet with very little help from Teddy and staggers
to the bed, collapsing face down in the rumpled sheets. A startled cry
punches out of him as Teddy shoves a pillow under his hips and plunges
unceremoniously inside him, eased only by Jonathan's saliva and his own
preejaculate. Combined with the recent sexual activity, it is enough to
prevent damage, but not enough to be comfortable.
Teddy leans over him, one hand braced on Jonathan's bound wrists at his back
and the other tangled in his hair again. "You like it like this, don't you,
papi" he growls. "You like me hurting you? You could come just like this?"
It takes a moment for Jonathan to realize that he can understand Teddy's
words perfectly because he is speaking English. He WANTS Jonathan to
understand every word he is saying.
"Eh? You like being used like a dirty whore? Being forced to take it?"
Jonathan struggles against his bindings. 'Yes,' he thinks. 'God help me.' It
hurts, of course, but only enough to give a delirious edge to the pleasure.
Not enough for him to want it to stop. "Please," he whimpers.
"Teddy...please..." He allows the fear and distress to bleed into his voice,
making it warble slightly. A show of submission. As he hoped, Teddy responds
by backing off just a little, loosening his hold. Proving what Jonathan
hoped: that he doesn't really want to hurt him. "Espera..." He swallows
thickly. "Please...tócame [touch me]...I need..."
"Joda lo que necesitas," Teddy spits. [Fuck what you need.]
Jonathan flails as he is dragged to the edge of the mattress, struggling to
get his trembling legs under him like a newborn baby foal as Teddy continues
to fuck him mercilessly.
Teddy, no longer caring if Matthew understands or not, lets loose a stream
of Spanish, only some of which is comprehensible to Jonathan. He recognizes
enough to know that the things he's saying are darker, filthier, more
possessive than anything he said last night. "...break you open..."
"...destroy your tight little ring..." "...detonate you..." "...make you
scream..." He shudders, unable to do anything but ride it out.
"Ya casi," [Almost there] Teddy moans, sounding lost, adrift. He
thrusts a few more times erratically before he shudders to a stop.
The fact that he isn't wearing a condom this time only fully registers in
Jonathan's mind much too late.
Teddy pulls out abruptly and turns Jonathan onto his back. Jonathan shuffles
backward awkwardly until he can dig his heels into the mattress, but Teddy
hooks his hands under his knees and drags him back until his lower half is
almost hanging off the mattress. He straddles Jonathan suddenly, pinning him
down and wraps his hands loosely around the Brit's throat.
Jonathan blinks up into cold, hard eyes.
"Who are you?"
"What..." Jonathan gags as Teddy's hands tighten, constricting his airway.
"Who are you? Why are you really here?"
"I don't..." Jonathan struggles as his air is cut off entirely, bucking
beneath Teddy, his arms twisting uselessly under their combined weight. His
legs scrabbling, unable to find purchase.
"Who the fuck are you," Teddy all but screams into his face.
Jonathan's cock is still half hard, having not caught up to the sudden shift
in his circumstances, and he wonders briefly if it will still be when they
find his body. If they find his body.
'Fuck, I'm going to die,' he thinks, not for the first time in his life. He
bucks hard, tries to throw Teddy off him, but Teddy is strong and has made
sure to put him in a position where he has no leverage.
Realizing that he can't fight his way out, his mind searches frantically for
an alternative. 'What does he know? How does he know? What can I tell him
that won't just hasten my death?'
"I wasn't thrown out of the army," he splutters the moment Teddy releases
pressure and allows him to breathe again. "I was sent with military
intelligence," he continues, pulling together the pieces of Matthew's story
as it falls apart from under him. "I researched you. Targeted you. I know
about your father..." he gags as Teddy's fingers close again.
"Stop LYING," Teddy spits. "You have done nothing but lie to me since we
met!"
Roper knows, Jonathan realizes. He put the pieces together, realized that
the British investor showing up just when they needed the money wasn't a
coincidence. When Teddy lets him breathe again, he plays the only card he
has left to save himself: he tells the truth.
"My name is Jonathan Pine," he gasps, speaking quickly, frantically. "I
worked for British Intelligence when I met your father. I know you're
working for him and-"
He chokes as Teddy's hands tighten again, struggling instinctively although
he knows it is futile. The fight is starting to go out of him, his limbs
twitching uselessly as his brain struggles to accept his fate. 'I forgive
you,' he mouths as the world starts going black around the edges.
Air floods into his lungs as he is suddenly released. He lurches sideways,
curling into a fetal position as he coughs and wheezes violently, trembling
uncontrollably as his body registers that he is going to live after all. He
can hear Teddy saying something somewhere in the distance, but it is a
minute before he can focus enough to understand. Praying. He is muttering
prayers for divine forgiveness in Spanish.
Jonathan takes a moment to assess his situation. Obviously Roper sent Teddy
to kill him. Either for revenge or simply to clean up a loose end and
prevent Jonathan from mucking up his plans again. But Teddy isn't as cruel
as he wants the world to believe. As his father would like him to be. 'He
doesn't really want to hurt me.'
His position is still vulnerable. Naked, hands tied behind his back. But now
he thinks he might have one advantage he can press.
"I know he's alive," he rasps. "He sent you to kill me. But you're not like
him. You don't have to do this."
"Puta madre," Teddy spits. He grabs Jonathan by the hair again and yanks him
partly upright, waving a switchblade in his face. "You know nothing!"
The blade already has blood on it. The same blood that is dripping from the
arm holding Jonathan. Teddy has cut himself again.
"You don't have to be this person," he says calmly. "I can help you. You can
be free of him. Please, Eduardo. I want to help you."
If the fact that Jonathan knows his real name shocks Teddy, he doesn't show
it. But there are tears forming in his eyes. "You have no idea who I am."
"I was there. Yesterday in that office. I saw you hurt yourself. Just like
you did now."
Jonathan sees a flash of vulnerability in Teddy's eyes. He doesn't like
other people knowing his weakness.
"Untie me. Let me help you. Please."
Teddy hesitates for several long moments. Internally debating his choices.
Calculating the risks. Then he releases Jonathan, letting him fall back to
the bed. Jonathan grunts as Teddy slices through his bindings, fumbling to
get his arms under him and massaging his sore wrists as the ruined tie falls
away. He looks up at Teddy, standing awkwardly beside the bed, body tense,
prepared for a fight. He seems to have hastily tucked himself back into his
pants. 'He must be uncomfortable,' Jonathan thinks. 'Reminded of what he
just did with every movement. How he failed.'
Jonathan bites back a groan as he stands, his body screaming in protest as
he reaches for the discarded towel, wrapping it back around his hips. "Come
on," he says softly, reaching for Teddy's arm. "There's a first aid kit in
the bath."
---
"I was going to kill you," Teddy says flatly as Jonathan cleans blood from
his arm while he sits on the closed toilet seat. "And you would have let
me."
"I couldn't stop you."
Teddy stares numbly at the hands applying a bandage to the cut. The hands of
the man he just tried to murder, now trying to fix the damage he has done to
himself. "You should leave. Before I change my mind."
"No," Jonathan says gently. "I won't leave you like this."
Teddy snorts. "No me puedes salvar." [You can't save me.]
Something twists inside Jonathan's chest. "Lo sé," he says softly. "Nunca
puedo salvar a la gente que me importa." [I know. I can never save the
people I care about.]
Teddy stares at Jonathan for a moment in surprise. Either at his words or
the realization that his Spanish is better than "Matthew" ever let on. He
grunts and takes his arm back as Jonathan finishes taping the bandage. "Puta
cabrón Inglés. [Fucking English bastard.] You do not care about me.
You just used me to get to my father. Like you used his lover."
Jonathan winces. "Is that what he told you? That I was just using Jed?"
'Weren't you,' the voice inside his head asks. He has told himself over and
over for the past decade that he loved her, but if that were true, would he
have left her in Cairo and never looked back? "Do you know what he did to
her when he found out she had betrayed him? How he beat and tortured the
woman he claimed to love? What do you think he will do to you after this is
over?"
Teddy makes a dismissive noise and stands, pushing past Jonathan and heading
for the door.
"No, you don't understand," Jonathan pleads, stopping his movement with a
desperate grip on his arm. "He is incapable of love. He sees other people as
pawns that are either useful to him or disposable. He is testing you. And
when he realizes he can't count on you to be his loyal attack dog, he will
punish you for not living up to his expectations."
Teddy's eyes flash. "And why would you care? Hmm?"
"Because I do," Jonathan answers immediately, without thought. "Because
somewhere under that bravado I think there is a little boy who just wants
his father's love. So badly that he sacrificed his soul to try to become
him. Make him proud." Jonathan gently cups Teddy's face, staring into his
inscrutable eyes. "He doesn't deserve you."
Before Teddy can reply, his phone rings, the sudden loud noise in the
silence of the room making Jonathan's breath catch. Teddy pulls the phone
from his pocket and Jonathan gets a glimpse of the name "Gilberto Hanson" on
the screen as he goes to answer. He is close enough to hear Roper's voice
coming out of the tiny speaker.
"Has the animal been destroyed as you promised?"
Jonathan's face twists instinctively with revulsion.
Teddy stares at him as he lies. "He's dead."
"Good," Roper purrs. "I trust that you can clean up the mess?"
"No mess. I have it covered."
There is a pause. "You sure?"
Jonathan stops breathing. 'He knows.'
Teddy's eyes remain fixed on Jonathan. "His body will not be found."
Jonathan keeps holding his breath, certain that if he doesn't Roper will
hear him and know Teddy failed his mission.
"All right. Well. I will be incommunicado for a while. State business."
Teddy hums noncommittally. "I will call you later."
He rings off and Jonathan allows himself to breathe again. "What was the
plan? How were you going to kill me?"
Teddy's eyes narrow. "Why?"
"I can file a missing persons report. By tomorrow the authorities will
assume Matthew Ellis is dead, but if there needs to be a body it is going to
be more difficult."
Teddy considers him for a long moment. "I was going to take you out on my
boat, tie you to the anchor and throw you over the side."
"Okay," Jonathan says slowly. "I can work with that." He starts to leave,
but Teddy grips his arm, dark eyes boring into his.
Jonathan can see the battle raging in Teddy's mind. Thou shalt not kill.
Honor thy father.
Teddy's eyes fall to his hand as his fingers gently brush the edge of the
bruise peaking over the towel on Jonathan's hip. "Haces que me pierda," he
murmurs. [You make me lose myself.]
A sort of insincere apology, Jonathan thinks. For behavior he isn't yet sure
was unjustified, but wrong nonetheless. He reaches up with his free hand and
grips the back of Teddy's neck loosely. "It's okay," he says softly. "You
can trust me. Nobody will know but us. He won't find out."
Teddy nods slowly and leans into him, until their foreheads touch. Jonathan
thinks he can feel him trembling faintly. After a minute, he pulls away.
"Get dressed," he orders. "I will take you to the dock."
---
Jonathan calls Sally from the car to debrief her on the situation and make
necessary arrangements. She is not happy, but she is too concerned with
their stalled efforts to contact the supreme court justice the prosecutor
assured them would help to spare too much thought to the fact that she needs
to bury another of Jonathan's identities. She is also not thrilled with the
idea of Teddy becoming an asset.
"Do you really think we can trust him?"
"I don't know," Jonathan says honestly, closing his eyes and leaning against
the headrest, feeling Teddy's questioning glance from the driver's seat. "We
don't have much choice."
She sighs. "Okay. Well...there's something you should hear. And probably he
should too, but I'll let you decide."
He finishes listening to the sound file she sent - freshly recorded some
time before Roper called Teddy to verify he had "destroyed the animal" - as
they pull up to the dock. It is both devastating and a gift. Validation of
everything he has told Teddy about his father and more. Proof that no matter
how perfect a son Teddy might try to be, it could never be enough for Roper.
He sends Sally a secure message. An order to release the shipment. Roper has
to believe he has won. That Jonathan is dead and is no longer a threat to
his operation. And Jonathan needs to make sure Teddy is on their side.
He follows Teddy onto the waiting boat silently, watches him untether from
the dock and steer out into the water with practiced ease. When they are far
enough from shore, Teddy cuts the engine and Jonathan throws Matthew's
wallet and expensive watch into the water before taking advantage of their
privacy to talk.
"There's something you should hear," he begins. "I hired a private
investigator to help me. He's been watching the villa all day. Listening."
He queues the file on his phone and holds it out to Teddy. "He recorded this
this morning. After you left for the hotel." 'After you set out to kill me,'
he thinks.
Teddy takes the phone slowly, eyeing Jonathan skeptically as he presses
play.
Jonathan watches as Teddy listens to the conversation between Roper and
Sandy Langbourne. Hears his father describe him as a wild "cowboy" unfit for
"civilized company". Nothing more than a loyal dog he will have no use for
when this is all over. Hears Sandy offer to have him disposed of to no
protest from Roper. By the time Roper is ordering Sandy to bring his "only
son and heir" Danny to England to be with him, Teddy is trembling with
anger, tears in his eyes, gripping the phone so tightly Jonathan thinks the
casing might crack.
"The money wasn't stolen from a Swiss bank," Jonathan says gently. "I stole
it from Richard Roper before I betrayed him to his captors. The ones I
believed murdered him six years go. He is using you to get that money back
so he can settle his debts and go home to England. To the son he prizes and
the house that man he is talking to has already procured for him."
Teddy practically throws the phone back at him, accompanied by a string of
vulgarity involving Jonathan's mother's anatomy.
"I know what it's like to have his affections. He treated me like a member
of his family nine years ago. But his love is superficial. Whatever he
promised you..."
"What the fuck do you want from me," Teddy shouts.
Jonathan holds his hands out placatingly. "I want you to stop living your
life for him. Because he doesn't see you as anything more than a means to
his own ends. Not even worth keeping alive. You deserve better."
Teddy lunges at him suddenly, hands slapping at him, covering his mouth,
blindly trying to make him stop talking. Jonathan grapples with him for a
minute until the strength goes out of him and Teddy collapses in his arms
like a puppet with his strings cut.
Jonathan holds him, muttering comforting nonsense, and bears his weight as
he slumps to the deck. Teddy leans into him, clutching him so tightly he
can't draw a full breath. Then he's pulling back enough to kiss Jonathan, a
desperate kiss full of tongue and teeth, one hand fisted in his hair to
prevent him from pulling away. But Jonathan doesn't struggle. Nor does he
protest when Teddy's hands tug at his belt and urgently unbutton his
trousers. He reaches to do the same for Teddy, but Teddy slaps his hands
away with a grunt.
He gasps into Teddy's mouth as the Colombian strokes him roughly.
"Corres para mi," Teddy murmurs against his bruising lips. [Come for me]
Jonathan whimpers as he comes embarrassingly fast. Teddy continues to stroke
him through it, pressing a trail of gentle kisses along his neck. 'Trying to
make up for earlier,' he thinks as his mind clears and he realizes Teddy's
lips are tracing the bruises beginning to form on his throat.
He fists his hands in Teddy's hair and the back of his shirt, dragging the
exploring mouth back to his own, kissing him lazily until even that becomes
too much. Then he just leans against Teddy, trembling, while he catches his
breath.
"All my life I have fought," Teddy murmurs. "For money. For respect." He
nuzzles the curve of Jonathan's jaw. "I think I was born into it."
Jonathan doesn't move, barely breathes for fear of interrupting Teddy.
He sighs. "I was raised by priests. They were kind, but I know they always
considered me a lost soul. Born with too much sin. Nothing they could do
would ever save me from damnation."
'No me puedes salvar...'
Jonathan lays his hand over the fresh bandage on Teddy's arm. He doesn't
know what to say. Words feel inadequate.
The gesture shakes Teddy out of his reverie. He detangles himself from
Jonathan and stands, muttering "you should go. Antes de que te haga daño."
[Before I hurt/ruin you]
Jonathan watches silently as Teddy wipes his hands on Matthew's shirt -the
one that will be thrown in a trash bin once Teddy returns to port - and
restarts the engine, turning the boat back to shore.
'No,' he thinks. 'It's you who's in danger of being hurt.'
It's why he hasn't spoken to Jed in nearly a decade. Why he avoids
attachments. And yet he can't smother the desire to pull Teddy closer. Show
him the love he never had growing up. Rescue him from a life spent doing
things he needs to atone for with his blood. 'It's because he reminds you so
much of yourself,' the less charitable part of him acknowledges. An orphan,
alone in the world. At least Jonathan's father was a good man who loved him,
but if things had been different...if the man he had looked up to, sought
the approval of, had been someone like Richard Roper...then he, too, might
have become a soul beyond saving.
He waits until the boat docks and they have disembarked before pressing the
burner phone into Teddy's hand. "When you're ready, call me. With this
phone."
Teddy grunts, but doesn't try to give the phone back.
"I know it's a lot to ask that you trust me now, but I really do want to
help you." He touches Teddy's cheek lightly, hesitantly. "And I need you to
help me."
Teddy stares at him silently, war still visibly raging behind his eyes, and
nods.
---
Sally practically spits fire when she sees the bruises on Jonathan's neck.
It takes a lot of convincing to assure her that his continued insistence on
making Teddy an asset isn't proof that he has taken complete leave of his
senses.
"Guess we don't have a choice anymore now that Roxana Bellaños is on her way
back to Miami," she mutters resignedly.
"You should get out too, while you still can," he urges. "I can't ask you to
put yourself in danger like this..."
She stops prodding at the bruise and reaches to squeeze his hand. "You don't
have to ask," she says firmly. "I'm not leaving you."
He should insist. She is loyal to a fault and he should protect her from
suffering for it. But selfishly, he doesn't want her to leave.
Besides, he thinks. She has already told him what she thinks of his
misguided efforts to spare her. And now that she knows the full details of
Roper's plans to start a civil war fought by orphaned children with British
weaponry, he doesn't think wild horses could prevent her from doing anything
she can to help stop it.
'If he's English and you're English and those weapons could cause a lot of
pain to a lot of people...then you just do it,' he remembers telling Angela
a lifetime ago.
They are working on their altered mission strategy, contacting authorities
to declare Matthew Ellis missing and presumed dead, and figuring out how
they will follow the shipment once it is released, when Jonathan's phone
rings. Unknown number, the screen reads. He takes a slow breath and looks at
Sally nervously as he answers without speaking.
"Jonathan?" His real name sounds wrong somehow in Teddy's mouth.
"Eduardo," he breaths.
Sally quietly reaches for her headphones so she can listen in via the bug in
Jonathan's phone.
"Are you alone?"
"Si."
"We have notified authorities. Matthew Ellis is officially missing, presumed
dead."
Teddy grunts. "He was pleased that I chose loyalty to him over my lover. His
words. But I searched his office. He keeps promising we will rule this
country together, but he's lying. He has a passport...pictures of a mansion
in England and a little white boy...he thinks this place is a prison. He is
eager to leave as soon as I help him settle his debts."
Jonathan closes his eyes as his chest aches for the broken little boy he
hears echoes of beneath the bravado. "I'm sorry. You deserved a better
father."
There is a pause and Jonathan wonders if Teddy is wiping away tears,
regrouping. "The shipment is being released in the morning. It is an
electromagnetic weapon. José Cabrera's men will drive it into the middle of
Medellín during the anniversary celebrations of the peace. When it
detonates, it will plunge the city into darkness. Chaos. People will die and
the government will be blamed. And then Cabrera will send his army to
restore security."
Jonathan and Sally share grave looks. They knew most of this, but having the
confirmation of the war plan is still horrific.
"How is Cabrera getting the weapon," Jonathan asks.
"My father wants me to personally drive it to the military base tomorrow. It
will be flown to his camp in the jungle the day after."
Sally types furiously on her laptop and makes a gesture at him that Jonathan
knows to mean 'on it, boss.'
"Okay, we need as much information as you can get on the plane. Can you do
that?"
"Yes."
"Be careful. If he suspects you might be betraying him..."
"I know. I will."
"I really am sorry, Eduardo. I know this is hard and it isn't fair for me to
ask you to do this. But I promise I will do everything in my power to keep
you safe."
'I love you.'
The words materialize in the back of Jonathan's mind, but he doesn't dare
give them voice. Not only because he isn't certain they are true, but
because he fears admitting just how much he cares about Teddy would only
invite the universe to snatch him away. Because the people he loves are
always hurt, and he doesn't want anyone else to suffer.
"I want to see you. Tomorrow."
Sally glances at Jonathan from the corner of her eye. She recognizes the
tone in Teddy's voice.
"Okay," Jonathan says slowly. "I'll text you the details."
"Vemos mañana."
Teddy hangs up and Jonathan slowly puts down the phone.
"You really did win his heart, didn't you," Sally murmurs softly.
Jonathan doesn't reply. But he's afraid she is right.
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