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Closing my eyes, I hold her tighter while she rests her head on my chest and we both catch our breath.

“That was incredible,” she pants. “But I’m almost scared to stand up.”

I plant a kiss against the top of her head. “Don’t move and I’ll take us for a shower.” I stand with her legs around my waist and my cock still inside her and walk us to the bathroom.

And then I gently wash the blood from us both, watching the red water swirling in the base of the shower—a far cry from a few hours ago when I watched Richie’s blood circle the drain.

She puts her arms around my waist and rests her head on my shoulder, practically purring with happiness. I am a devil, but she’s a fucking angel. My wife. My princesa.

Two days without her and I was lost.

So how could I ever live without her?

Truth is I couldn’t. And I won’t.

Fuck the three-year deal we agreed on. I’m keeping her forever.

Chapter

Thirty-Seven

Alejandro

The view from my office at my hotel is spectacular—a panoramic view of the LA skyline. I’ll never tire of it no matter how many times I look out across it. That makes me smile as I think of another view I’ll never tire of—my wife’s beautiful ass as I fuck her from behind. My cock twitches at the memory.

The door creaks behind me, and I turn to see Jax saunter in and take a seat opposite my desk. “Hey, amigo.”

I nod at him. After our trip to Philadelphia, Jax headed to Virginia to dig into Layton Cooper and find out if what he told us in that warehouse is true. Given that there’s no longer any risk to Alana, it wasn’t urgent, but I still want to know the truth.

“What have you got for me?” I ask.

“Everything points to what Cooper said being the truth.”

“Then how was his daughter’s death ruled a suicide?”

“Well, we both know that Carmichael has a lot of powerful people at his disposal. Bethany Cooper was a troubled teen. She found out she was pregnant and couldn’t live with the shame and guilt—at least that was the picture that was painted.”

“But Layton Cooper believed differently.”

Jax nods. “Yep. And all the leads I followed led me to the same conclusion. Her friends confirmed she completely changed after her trip to New York. She went from being a popular, outgoing straight-A student to someone who was withdrawn and barely spoke to anyone.”

Jesus. My father-in-law is a sick fuck. “And the baby?”

“Bethany told everyone that it was her high school boyfriend who’d knocked her up, but I spoke to the kid, and he flat-out denied it. I put some pressure on him too, amigo, but he says he and Bethany never even got past third base.”

“So Carmichael was the father? She would have only been fifteen when he met her.”

Jax nods. “I know. Filthy piece of shit. But I had a friendly chat with the coroner.” Jax’s idea of a friendly chat usually involves the involuntary removal of some teeth. “And he confirmed that he was paid a significant amount of money from someone in the Carmichael administration to confirm the death as suicide, despite Bethany leaving no note and there being some defensive wounds on her wrists.”

“Evil fucker!” I snarl.

“And if that wasn’t enough, Bethany apparently confided in her best friend, Karen, that the baby’s father was an older man she’d met in New York, who’d invited her to his office, drugged her, and convinced her that she had begged him for sex. Bethany didn’t name the man but said he was very powerful. Karen said Bethany was clearly terrified of this guy and what he was going to do to her.”

“But what’s the connection between the Coopers and Carmichael?”

“Layton Cooper did some contracting work on Foster Carmichael’s lake house. I spoke to some of Layton’s employees, and from what they said, Bethany enjoyed going to work with her dad and his crew sometimes. Cooper took his daughter to Carmichael’s lake house but objected to the unhealthy interest Carmichael showed in his young daughter and stopped her from going back. I had someone look into Bethany’s social media accounts, and she arranged to meet someone in New York a few weeks later during a class trip. Carmichael was in New York at the time.”

It all adds up the way Layton Cooper said it did. Poor fucker must have been out of his mind with grief. But he should have gone after Carmichael, not my innocent wife. “And Carmichael, or at least someone from his administration, paid to cover this up?” I ask, knowing all too well how easily corrupted plenty of officials are.