Deila's pov

The corner I stood was the best place I could make myself invisible as I watched James's mum clung to his shirt even as she soaked them with tears. She'd pleaded and pleaded for him to not go, telling him to let the FBI handle it since it involved the cartel, but all fell to deaf ears.

I didn't even bother to convince him from going, I'd do the same for my siblings. He adored Zara, always did and trying to convince him that there could always be other ways to get her back home would be useless. I just wanted him to be safe.

I willed myself...