"So you wanna talk about it?" Sofia asks after Rack escapes the kitchen like it's on fire.I shrug and wipe an onion tear away with my shoulder. Even though he left as quickly as he walked in, he turned the heat up in the room by ten degrees. Is it only me who's affected by him like this? A week postpartum and I have trouble concentrating on anything but the contoured outline of his chest beneath his T-shirt and the loose cut of his jeans that hang so sexy from his hips. Damn, I've seen him wearing those jeans too many times to count and I still want to slip my hands inside and cup his ass cheeks. Hormones, I tell myself for the hundredth time before turning my wandering thoughts back to Sofia. "Nothing to talk about. He feels he owes my brother a debt and for the sake of my little guy," I say and nod at Carson. "I'm thankful he came through. I'll never be able to repay him for what he's done."A stubborn expression replaces the gentle look Sofia had for me a moment before. "If you let
I toss my cell onto the single bed and clench my teeth against cussing. "Fuck it," I whisper under my breath. Gomez just put me off again. Their so-called connection for identification dried up and they're going another route, which is taking longer. The next step I've planned for Beth and Carson is solid and will keep them safe. I can't carry out the plan without those IDs.I spoke to Lincoln before making the call to Gomez. There's been no sign of trouble at Linc's end, which seems strange. I'm relieved but nothing adds up. Dax came for us because Gimonde was closing in on my brother's location or so Gomez said. So why wasn't my brother paid a visit? The entire situation makes me nervous because I have no control. It's been two fucking weeks since Dax took us in. Three since I asked for the paperwork. I can't handle being in the same room with Beth. Seeing her. Wanting her. Needing her like I need to breathe. She's always been gorgeous. Motherhood only adds to her beauty because i
The clothes I'm wearing were Sofia's idea. She's tired of me sulking and she thinks I need to push Rack on his ass. The fact that my breasts are ready to erupt with the need to feed my son only makes the display I'm putting on worse. I don't look down to see if my nipples are leaking. That would only put a cap on a non-perfect night. To say I've always dressed conservatively is an understatement. I'm far from a prude at least where other women are concerned but for myself, I prefer large sweaters and jeans. Not that you can wear sweaters in the desert in the summer. I have good legs, but living in Montana means there's limited time to display them. Even when I could, I would go for longer shorts and not the ones I'm currently wearing that barely cover my post-baby ass cheeks.I'm an idiot. It's killed me not to look at Rack over the past hour. There's no doubt he's been looking at me. I feel the burn of his gaze from across the room. Now he's directly in front of me and when I look up,
I lean against the doorjamb and wait for Beth to leave Red and Curly's trailer. The minutes tick by while I mentally slam myself for being such an ass. Beth will be living a very different life shortly and making her own decisions. I won't be around to make sure a man doesn't touch her or say something inappropriate. She'll find another man. One who will be a father to Carson.Anger and hopelessness twist inside me. Two cartel members directly responsible for my brother's death are still breathing. I didn't expect it to take this long. I have pictures of them but not names. Killing these last two men has gone far beyond vengeance. I've taken risks and should be dead. On my last trip into Mexico I came so close to getting their names. Gomez and I have put the pressure on rival cartels and it will pay off, eventually. It must.I carry their pictures in my wallet on the opposite side where I've kept Beth's. I remove them and with the kitchen light shining over my shoulder, I study the two
Does Gar know I had a baby three weeks ago and the pussy he says he smells is a bloody pad? The asshole. There's a glass of soda on the bar one minute and the next it's covering his face and chest."Bitch," is all he gets out before Rack throws him aside. Rack's expression is deadly and I'm no longer pissed at Gar. I'm petrified for Rack. Gar has at least fifty pounds in weight and six inches in height on him. Gar doesn't carry the defined muscle Rack has but that doesn't mean Rack stands a chance.Gar throws a punch to Rack's head and I scream. Rack blocks it and hits Gar in the stomach. "Climb up on the bar so we have the good seats," Sofia says from the kitchen doorway.She's wearing a huge smile and appears completely unconcerned. "You've got to stop this. He'll kill him.""After what Gar just said to you, Rack has my blessings."I had no idea she heard. She's also out of her mind. "Not Gar, Rack," I reply testily. "Gar will seriously hurt him.""You, sweet Beth, need to have more
The picture of Beth on her knees with her breasts bared will stay imprinted on my brain forever. After the final waves of orgasm pass, I step back and tear off my shirt. The pants are trickier because I'm still wearing my boots. I put my hand out and Beth takes it. I walk her to the bed and lay her back. Sitting beside her I unlace the boots, slip them off, and then remove my jeans.She looks unsure. "I can't," she whispers."You can," I growl. "I haven't finished kissing you. Dr. Santos threatened me with bodily harm if I touched you before you're healed." I gentle my voice. "I don't think kissing is off his list unless you're not interested." I'm well aware of the assholes Beth has been with. I'm also aware she needs to be in complete control of this.I lean into her and place one hand on the bed at her hip. "I want to touch these, but I don't know if it hurts." I ever so gently run the back of my knuckles across one breast. She sucks in a breath and I freeze.She smiles. "It feels g
If any woman tells you something is sexier than a bare man chest while he holds a baby against his shoulder, she's never seen Rack with Carson. His muscled chest and bulging arms draw my attention. Carson is so tiny and Rack so damn large. He turns away from me and now his back has my attention. The muscles ripple as he walks. I'm shameless and wonder if I'm drooling. I check my lips and smile. Desire coils in my belly. The need to feel him slide inside me is explosive and frustrating because I've followed the doctor's orders to the letter.It's been a week since the party. I've finally managed to catch up on sleep and I'm growing lazy. When Carson cries, Rack is the first one there. We're currently in the upstairs living room. Rack turns around and sees me watching him. He resituates Carson so he's facing me. Carson kicks his chubby little legs and I receive my first full gummy smile. "He knows his mama," Rack says when I dish out baby talk and play peekaboo with a small stuffed bunny
It took a bit of work to get Rack to take me out on the bike because he worries Angelo could have men watching us. Dax actually comes to the rescue and explains that if any strangers were hanging around Peach City, the town where the clubhouse is located, he'd know. I add in that I'm going stir crazy and need to escape if only for an hour or so. Rack gives in and the first part of the plan is in the bag.I rode a motorbike in Haiti. It in no way compares to the power of the Harley that rumbles with a loud purr as Rack navigates the winding highway. My hands lock tightly around his waist and my chest presses firmly against his back. Loose strands of my tied-back hair fly around my face as the warm wind hits us.Rack's hair has grown out even more, but it's still a long way from being in his eyes. I think it's sexier now, and tonight I'll enjoy holding onto it.Freedom is the only word that comes to mind while we ride. "Wherever we end up, we need a motorcycle," I shout into Rack's ear.
I stayed with Mr. Loche for two hours. When I came back to the cabin, Father Andrews and Madison were cooking dinner together in the kitchen. She was laughing and he was telling her that anyone can learn to cook, it just takes practice. I don't add my two cents that the meal Mrs. Loche prepared would have been safer. I word it a little more carefully, "Please don't encourage her. Gabriella will throw a fit if Madison moves in on her territory." They stop what they're doing and I receive my first genuine smile from Madison that I've seen in weeks."It's a simple lasagna. Mak can make it when you're here at the cabin. Even I wouldn't do anything to piss off Gabriella." He cringes with great exaggeration and Madison laughs.She looks at him with a huge smile. "You didn't tell me you know Gabriella.""I know her daughter. I've heard all the stories from her and I'm terrified of her mother."I walk to my wife and wrap my arms around her from behind. She leans into me and places her hands on
It's three more days before our guest arrives. I'm actually tongue-tide when Moon introduces me to Father Andrews. He's American but lives in Mexico and drove all this way to return a favor he owed my husband. He's younger than a priest has a right to be and he's too damn good looking for his job. I place him in his early thirties. It's strange because he looks oddly familiar even though I'm sure I've never met him.The three of us walk into the living room where Mrs. Loche put out cucumber sandwiches and chocolate chip cookies. Father Andrews's eyes light up. "I haven't eaten since breakfast and these look delicious," he says while filling a plate.Moon doesn't sit with us. "Mr. Loche and I are working on a new garden and clearing some land. I'll be next door if you need me." He leans down and places his lips on mine for a short kiss. It actually embarrasses me because Father Andrews is watching. Moon taps me under the chin in understanding because of the heat traveling up my neck and
With revenge motivating me, dealing with what happened was easier. The need for blood became a driving force that allowed me to put my thoughts and feelings on hold. Now my feelings, doubt, and shame overshadow everything. My mind is a dark hole with a smoky mist that Moon stands in to beckon me out. His hand is there. I can almost touch it, but my fingers slide away, a millimeter short, and the darkness covers me once more.Sleep is the worst. Nightmares make me toss and turn throughout the night. Most center around blood on my hands. They drip the red, congealed mess onto everything I touch and when I open my eyes it's still there. Or so the dream goes.I find it strange that I don't dream about what Fernandez did to me. It's his laughter, though, that wakes me night after night. Moon is always there to comfort me during those horrible hours. He pulls me close to his body when I give the slightest gasp. I breathe in his scent and fill my lungs with his strength. Until I fall asleep a
Part of my heart-stopping fury recedes when I pull Madison back into my arms. Her entire body is shaking and she's still clutching the knife I handed her. Alex takes it from her hand after I scoop her into my arms and cradle her against my chest. I breathe in the scent of her hair and try to gain more control.This woman is everything. She's the reason I wake up in the morning. Everything I hold dear is wrapped up in her. Cori meets my eyes and she tips her head in acknowledgement. When she turns away, Duke is standing behind her. He pulls her into his arms and walks her toward the front room. He stops when Goose is dragged closer by one of Dax's men and places himself between Cori and Duke. Duke casually pulls his gun and fires, striking him between the eyes. Goose blankly stares at the ceiling by the time the sound of the gunshot fades from the room. Cori spits on Goose's body before Duke leads her forward. Alex gives orders to clean up the bloody mess."Please take me home," Madison
She steps forward and Fernandez spins and tries throwing a punch at my head but misses. He moves quickly even with a bullet through the foot and gets between Cori and Sofia's rifle. Melina takes the opportunity to bring her gun down on the back of his head. He stumbles and I kick the tibial pressure point in his good leg. He drops and I kick Celina's gun away from him. She grabs it and aims it at him as he wiggles around like a flopping fish. I hand Melina my gun and slam down into his back with my cuffs primed. I practically pull his arms from their sockets in order to secure his hands behind his back while he's stunned."Help me get him up on the kitchen island and I'll cut off his fucking clothes." We drag him back to the kitchen minus Celina who stays at her post, which is the front door. He struggles but it's not enough for four women on a mission.The sick feeling in my stomach stays and I turn slightly and rub tears from my eyes. Not a minute has gone by that I haven't thought a
We park a half mile from the home. Melina and I run up the street, carrying the post driver between us because it's so damn heavy, and check out the property. Like the house he kept me and Cori in, this one is away from other homes and on a nice sized piece of property. The desert foliage on the north side of the area gives us a good vantage point to see the back door. I call Celina."Send Cori north to our location. The front door is on the south side of the house and you'll have about twenty-five yards from the truck to the door. Sofia will be your driver and leave as soon as you're inside. She'll park and meet us. We'll come through the back five minutes after you enter." We covered all of this in the car, but it helps me to go over the plan out loud again. "Give Cori ten minutes to get in place before Sofia drops you off.""Cori just took off. We're set," Celina says before ending the call.After Cori meets us, we stay low and wait for Sofia to text me that Celina is in the house.
Alex brings the car to the front. Austin jumps into the back and I take the passenger seat. I told the men to put Gabriella in our safe room until everything settles. She can cuss them out in Spanish, I don't have time. Sirens can be heard in the distance and we need to be completely clear of the house before they hit the street that leads to my private road.I've also notified additional men to meet us at the warehouse. As soon as we have Fernandez's location, we'll be moving out quickly. It suddenly occurs to me that Dax is totally out of the loop, so I dial his cell."You're fucking kidding me," he practically yells when I tell him his wife ran over a man and picked up the women. "I'm on my way." Another call comes in and I look at the display. It's Caleb."Start heading here with reinforcements," I tell Dax quickly. "I'll call as soon as we have a location. It won't be long."The man in the trunk is moaning loudly. There are metal plates over the taillights and nothing he can do to
Madison is up to something. The strange feeling persisted while she dressed and then at breakfast. Sending her off to the service without me was nearly impossible. The fact is, I need to get my head out of my ass and take care of Fernandez once and for all. The thought of him taking Madison again is eating me alive.While she's at EE, I can focus on what it takes to keep everyone safe. The Frontera Cartel is out of the picture and now we can focus on one man. I have everyone but our outside security in the conference room. Austin joins us too."How do we bring him out in the open without risking one of our women as bait?" I ask the men. It didn't matter how much Madison complained, there was no way I would give into her plan.I've never reached my current level of frustration as we debate the best scenarios. Alex hasn't said a word since entering the meeting, which surprises me. When I look at him, his eyes are on the door leading to the hallway."What has you worried?" I ask him when
The women with Celina give whoops and atta-girl shouts. I can't help smiling. "We'll be another thirty minutes. There's a building supply store not far from you and I need you to pick up two metal fence post drivers." I never worked Cave Creek as a cop, but one of the officers lived there and loved having barbeques, so I'm familiar with the area."We're on it. Meet us in the parking lot."I disconnect the call and decide to join Cori in the front. I wiggle between the seats and then lean back and exhale after I attach my seatbelt. "I'm worried Moon could beat us there."Cori puts her foot on the gas and shoots forward on the freeway. The 51 is one of the lighter trafficked freeways if you're not driving it during rush hour and we're pushing the witching hour. It's the most direct route from central Phoenix to the north valley and we're in luck because it's wide open. If that luck continues, highway patrol won't have units in the vicinity.We make it to the building supply store in twen