Enrique had stolen the man’s bride.Broken the unwritten code.Humiliated him.And now?Zayas was burning down his world.One piece at a time.
Jaw aching, he rubbed his cheek to ease the sore muscles.“Detective Ibarra can only slow things down so much, but even he’s not going to smother two violent crimes within forty-eight hours of each other.This is my fault.”
Rubén snorted.“Damn right, but Lourdes doesn’t deserve a psycho like him as her husband.No woman should pay that price.I’ve called Ibarra.He’s at the crime scene with Muniz.”
“Domingo.”Enrique turned to the resident hacker.“Any luck on your end?”
The younger man shook his head.He leaned against the wall and tapped away on his smartphone.“Zayas’s bank account still hasn’t been touched.No charges to the credit cards.Since he’s going after our businesses, I’ll run facial recognition software on the surveillance feeds for each one in the city.We might catch a break before he strikes again.”
“Get to it,” Enrique ordered.
Thankfully, the hacker had either built or improved upon the existing surveillance systems for each cartel-owned front company in the city and several elsewhere, so he could enter the systems through the backend whenever he pleased.
Domingo nodded and pocketed his phone.“The search would go faster on my laptop.It’s in the car.”He stepped toward the exit, then stopped as Rubén raised his hand.
“Wait until after dinner,” Rubén instructed and swept his gaze toward each man.“It’s not every day my best friend gets married.Let’s go back in and try to relax.Keep the women calm and the conversation light.”He scowled at Enrique.“Get back to your routine tomorrow.Your men need to see you keeping up with your responsibilities.”
No shit,he silently muttered, though he nodded in consent.As the others filed into the dining room, Enrique took up the rear.Tonight, he would love his wife as she deserved.
Tomorrow, he would join the war.
Chapter Sixteen
The following morning, Lourdes breached the veil of sleep as something shifted between her legs.A hot, wet swipe across her clitoris jolted her upright on the cushy rug in the penthouse living room.“Enrique!”Spots flashed in her vision.His guttural moan rumbled through her core.The golden glow from the table lamp sliced through the darkness and gleamed in her husband’s wicked eyes as he rubbed his morning scruff on her tender folds.
“You taste amazing.”Enrique gripped her thighs to hold her steady.At his mercy.
She groaned and plopped back on the floor.“Haven’t you had enough?”
He chuckled and leaned up just enough to smirk at her.“It’s my wedding night.”
“Ours, and it ended at midnight.What time is it?”
“Late, or early.Sun’s not up yet.”He feathered kisses along her inner thigh.
“We need sleep.”Her heart raced faster as his mouth closed over her throbbing labia.“Ooh!”She squirmed, desperate for an anchor in the bliss ravaging her body.He pinned her down, savoring her as though he’d never tasted anything so delicious.She gripped his messy hair and bore down on him.The fine tether on her release snapped.Pleasure crashed over her, liquefying her bones and rocketing her pulse into the stratosphere.She cried out, tears burning her eyes, and collapsed helplessly in his hold.
