Selena
“I can read your thoughts, can smell your longing for what only I can give you.”
The bastard’s words had lingered in my mind the entire day. Even worse, he’d been right. Joshua James had ceremoniously attempted to terrify and entice me at the same time, his possessiveness evident in everything about him.
His attire.
His demeanor.
His gestures.
The way he’d looked at me, as if I’d fall to my knees should he point to the floor, should be disturbing as hell. Maybe it was the fact he was years older than me that kept me in limbo. Or simply his ridiculously sexy body.
“Girl. You need to get a grip.”
I could swear his scent lingered on my skin when he hadn’t touched me inside that interrogation room. But dear God, I’d wanted him to. What did that make me? Sick. Twisted. There were other more caustic phrases I could use to describe my actions, my thoughts, and my desires.
Shaking, I couldn’t seem to get warm, even though I’d turned up the heat to full blast inside my car. I was losing my mind or had fallen into some crazy kind of dark spell. Whatever the case, the fact my pussy continued to throb was just as troubling as the situation.
Innocent until proven guilty.
You must do the right thing.
They were phrases that had entered my mind more than once during the day. I’d even stood outside Christine’s office twice, prepared to tell her I was involved with the man, except I wasn’t. Even if the bastard had made it perfectly clear I belonged to him. He was the lunatic, not me.
I tried to shove Joshua out of my mind, homing into the breaking news broadcast about the man’s release. He was walking free, which meant his attorney had some kind of clout even though he was from another country. I had to wonder who he’d hired to be the lead defense attorney. I took a deep breath, almost calling Jenny to see if she could find out, but in doing so I’d need to confess my sins. That was something I wasn’t ready to do. Why did I feel like the clock was ticking and the explosion if I didn’t end this quickly would be as horrific as the crime?
“How the fuck did that happen?” I muttered to the empty car as I headed toward the medical examiner’s office. I often talkedto myself when I was angry or concerned. And right now, I was enraged and sick to my stomach with worry.
I couldn’t believe a judge had let a man like Joshua James out on bail so quickly, but it was apparent the man had no issue paying the two million dollars needed to do so. I’d spent my entire afternoon researching the man’s corporation in Montreal, including his significant holdings and every scrap of information I could find on both him and his family. Much of his world was kept private, which was one reason I’d never seen his face before. Granted, in my spare time I didn’t research crime syndicates either. I rolled my eyes at the thought. To the outside world, he and his family were upstanding citizens. Even if it was apparent they controlled much of the area surrounding Montreal.
Had I known who and what he was, I never would have even considered being in the same room with the bastard, let alone… I swallowed hard, hating him for what he’d done to me, the awkward position he’d placed me in. No, the truth was I hated myself for allowing him to break down my barriers.
Don’t kid yourself. You did it. He only provided the ammunition to do so.
Dear God, I hated my inner voice, especially when she was right. Maybe that’s why rage had remained with me the entire day, my teeth aching from how hard my jaw had clenched. I’d barked at everyone in my office, including the poor kid who’d almost dropped my beloved coffee at my favorite shop around the corner from the office. I thought the kid was going to burst into tears from how harsh I was.
I had to get control of myself. From how it appeared, I was Joshua’s only possible alibi, which was something he couldhave easily explained in front of his attorney. Sure, he’d been seen at the hotel, including by Matt the bartender. If the guy was questioned, it wouldn’t take long to point the lead in my direction, especially if the young man watched television. Why Joshua had chosen to allow me to take the reins I wasn’t certain, but men like Mr. James never did anything without a reason. I shuddered at the thought. I was also no fool, reading people pretty damn well. He’d use our intimate relationship against me somehow.
Why?
Was it possible he’d killed then then returned to my bed? Oh, hell, no. I couldn’t think that way or I’d become sick to my stomach.
The exact timing of the murders was something I needed to know as soon as possible. I hadn’t announced my trip to the morgue, but I wasn’t leaving without Victoria providing the time of death. Victoria Wiseberg was a damn good ME, far better than her predecessor. Like both myself and Christine, she was a take no shit kind of woman, but hated interference when she was savoring her craft, as she liked to call dissecting people during an autopsy.
It was already after five. I’d brought my work laptop home, determined to do some additional work before Jenny came over. However, a glass of wine or five was definitely in order. Maybe something stronger at this point. It had been a shit day, including the several reporters attempting to get a status on the case. The obligatory meeting with Christine had been draining, my mind still processing my horrible luck.
Now I couldn’t seem to get Joshua’s face or his incredible body out of my mind. He’d purposely goaded me, which I hated himfor, but in a way, he’d protected me as well. I couldn’t forget that in my bouts of anger, which there had been several throughout the day.
I turned onto the street where the morgue was housed, allowing my thoughts to return to what I’d learned about the man. He was considered savage, ruthless, powerful, and a consummate businessman by almost everyone. It would seem both he and his family had control over a significant portion of Canada, not just Montreal and the surrounding areas.
The report had been right in that he’d never been formally arrested, although I’d weeded through enough articles in various online newspapers to determine that he’d been the suspect in a couple of high-profile murders, including of a known enemy several years before. However, what I found fascinating was for the most part, the Canadian press was kind to him and his family, as if he was considered royalty.
There was even a photograph taken with him and the prime minister of Canada, both men smiling as they prepared for a game of golf. Maybe things were different in our adjoining country.
I pulled into the parking lot, trying to rationalize how I was going to handle prosecuting this case. A part of me hoped for slam dunk evidence that Joshua wasn’t guilty so I could get him out of my life quickly. Somehow, I had a feeling that wasn’t going to happen. I’d considered the possibility he’d been framed but if that was the case, by whom? Did that mean the streets of Louisville should be prepared for a bloodbath?
While there were somewhere close to twenty to twenty-five gangs identified within the city, most were considered neighborhood entities, only some venturing out of theirrespective areas. The Voltairs were the single example of a more polished, well organized, and wealthy syndicate located within the city limits. With the leader being murdered, that could mean there was a larger rival mafia ready to storm into the city.
The possibilities were endless, and I wasn’t going to find any answers until I knew exactly what I was dealing with.
As I headed to the door of the morgue, it felt as if icy fingers were crawling down my back. There was little more I loathed than going inside, doing everything I could to send someone else to do the dirty deed. However, Victoria spent more time in the city’s morgue than she did in her office located in a nearby hospital. I knew I could find her here at all hours of the day or night.
The girl behind the counter was someone I knew. “Hey, Bailey. I assume Victoria is in?” I signed the check-in sheet, one of Victoria’s crude jokes coming into the back of my mind.
“Our patients check in but they never check out, just like Hotel California.”
The woman had a twisted sense of humor, which is likely why she could handle such macabre work.
Bailey was a young girl with a Goth look and attitude, the black-on-black attire befitting the job she’d been working far too well. Even her makeup reflected her adoration for metal music and whatever else she considered a hobby. I didn’t ask, didn’t want to know. What I did know was that she was brilliant, studying to become a pediatrician, and her parents were well respected in the community.
She looked up from one of her old-fashioned textbooks, which she preferred versus using her laptop, nodding only once. “You know she’s always here.”
“Sometimes I think she’s a vampire.”
“You didn’t know she is?”
I gave her a dour look and she grinned. “Very funny. Study hard.”
“I am. Less than one year to go.”
Look out, world. I couldn’t imagine how she’d be with kids. I headed for the set of double doors, preparing myself for the stench of formaldehyde. I usually gagged when entEricag. Maybe the continuous rush of adrenaline from seeing Joshua was preventing me from doing so this time.That I couldn’t get the man out of my mind was a telling statement of how much trouble I was truly in. If my boss found out I’d slept with the man, I had a feeling she’d fire me on the spot, whether or not she believed me that I hadn’t known who he was.I found Victoria with her elbow-length gloves on, her hands wrists deep inside a victim. She was listening to rock music while performing her task, even swaying a little in time to the drumbeat.I stood watching her for a few seconds as she removed an organ, placing it almost lovingly in a metal pan. I had to turn my head away, the thought of gagging on my bright red pumps not a good picture in my mind. When I finally cleared my throat, she laughed.“I knew y
Selena“How’s that blouse now, Selena?”Jesus. I couldn’t shake Joshua’s words or his face. Even the music I’d selected, heavy metal music to be exact, had done almost nothing.I was jumpy, more than usual so when I heard a sharp rap on the door, I almost yelped in surprise. After taking a deep breath, I headed into the foyer.“I saw you on the news,” Jenny said as soon as I opened my door. Her smile made me cringe all over again.“Nice to see you too,bestie.” I jerked the bag holding the wine out of her hand, leaving her to close the door behind her. The day had been arduous, my office phone ringing off the hook. I was thankful my cellphone was kept a secret from almost everyone or it would still be ringing off the hook.“Hey, I watch television. You don’t appear happy at all in the shots. But you did look fabulous in red, darling.” When I threw her another hateful look, she rolled her eyes.“How could anyone be happy while being bombarded by sharks and piranhas?”I’d tried everythin
I wasn’t the kind of woman to take it sitting down, nor was I eager to face the cold reality regarding the case against Joshua. It would seem he was being railroaded. I knew he couldn’t have committed the crime. But I’d yet to determine how to handle the damning situation and another full day had passed.As I left the police station for the second time in three days, I almost lifted my middle finger. The egregious thought wasn’t my usual reaction to detectives or any member of law enforcement, but the two detectives had all but laughed at my questions as well as balked at the possibility that someone else was involved.Even after I’d grilled the pompous detectives on the two other victims, they’d acted as if I had no clue what I was talking about. Victoria had been right in that the MOs were the same, including the angle of the knife used, which in my mind was a further indication that Joshua wasn’t responsible. The personwas shorter by several inches, unless they’d been sitting down,
JoshuaNo one would ever call me a patient man. That would simply be a lie. However, I’d done everything in my power to stay away from the stunning woman or even making contact. Through my Capo’s help, I’d learned where the lovely Selena Barrios worked, risking my bail being revoked by standing outside her building watching the window where I knew her office was.And I’d hungered for her more than I should have.The moment she’d peered out the glass, I’d wanted to see her again. The desire was overwhelming, but not in my best interest. At this point, it was best if I laid low, although the fact the new attorney Baron had hired was getting stonewalled for information on what evidence they had other than my fingerprints was disturbing as fuck. Enough so I remained on edge.Mikey and Zephyr were my most trusted men, Capos who’d been in my family’s employ for twenty years. Now they servedunder me. I’d tasked them to try to gather information on why I’d been framed, including learning if t
“And why is that, Selena? Is it that you have a boyfriend? Oh, no. Matt broke up with you. Isn’t that correct, not hesitating to remove you from every one of his social media platforms? By theway, you’re better off without him. He’s fucking everything in a skirt in the city.”“Damn you,” she hissed. “You are a fucking son of a bitch. You’ve been spying on me. Did you seduce me figuring out the fastest rising prosecutor in this city would be your greatest alibi?”“You both over- and underestimate my capabilities. I didn’t know who you were when I sat down at that bar just like you didn’t know a damn thing about me. However, as soon as I tasted you, I wanted to learn everything I could about your life, your passions, and your needs.” I allowed my heated gaze to fall slowly, leaning in so I could catch another whiff of her exotic scent. My balls were tight as drums.“Why, so you could blackmail me? I assure you I don’t have any money. I’m also not that powerful in this city.”I leaned fo
SelenaDamn the man. Damn everything about him, including his dashing good looks and his fucking praise that got to me every time.Damn the way he created a wave of excitement building from my core out, the hunger washing through me like a tidal wave. And especially damn him for enticing me with his dominance. As he captured my mouth, I was cognizant of where I was sitting, on a patio with a solid two dozen other people all around me, any of whom could recognize me even in the darkness. But I just didn’t seem to care in the least.The combination of flavors from the tanginess of the oyster and his scotch to the richness of my wine was the true aphrodisiac, making my skin tingle all over and my pussy throb harder than it had done the day before. I was breathless, a shimmer of lights pulsing in the back of my mind.I was also crazy for not leaving as soon as he’d sat down, refusing to talk to him, but he was irresistible in every way. And his prowess was off the charts.As soon as he sw
I slid both arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair, marveling at the silky feel running through my fingers.He growled like the predator he was then captured my mouth, instantly thrusting his tongue inside as he yanked my leg against his thigh. The kiss was animalistic, insanely powerful and I couldn’t breathe as he swept his tongue back and forth. Everything about him was dominating, pushing me to limits I hadn’t known I had.I gathered a whiff of our combined desire, the scent so potent that I was certain any elevator passengers for hours to come would smell our longing. His cock was rock hard, and as heground his hips back and forth, allowing me to know the state of hunger he was in, I was more lightheaded than before.The taste of the oysters remained, and I wanted to laugh as I wondered whether or not he was right about the shellfish being an aphrodisiac. Maybe I could blame eating them for the state of mind and body I was in.My little voice started to nag me once
JoshuaCaustic beauty.Possible mistake.Uncontrollable need.All three thoughts had entered my mind more than once, but nothing mattered any longer but being with her. I sensed Selena remained concerned yet the draw to one another was inescapable. As she dropped to her knees, I threw back another gulp of scotch, but it wasn’t alcohol that could soothe the savage beast inside of me at this point. Only her. Tasting. Fucking. Using.Taming.The crazed need was surprising for a man who never lost control, whose entire world had been laid out since birth. I continued playing, something I hadn’t done in a long time. The release was entirely different than alcohol or sex, or even winning over anopponent. It felt free in an entirely different manner, capturing peace that I didn’t deserve.She’d reminded me of that, giving me the gift of her verve and fight for control.When she was close to the bench, I stopped playing altogether, shifting on the seat then fisting her hair, taking gasping br
“That’s for me to decide.”I nodded and took a deep breath. “I do love you, Gina, and if you want me, I’m in this for the rest of our lives.”“I should be mad at you,” she said as she stood up and approached me. She reached up to cup my face with her hands. “But I love you for putting aside your happiness for your family.”“Does that mean that you’ll take me back?”Gina smiled and leaned into me as I wrapped my arms around her. “Of course.”I grinned and stood, picking her up and spinning her around in a tight hug. She laughed and wrapped her legs around my waist.“I love you, Gina.”“I love you too.”When I captured her mouth in a searing kiss, all felt right with the world. Her hands sank into my hair, holding me to her as I carried her across the beach and into the house.I nipped at her bottom lip, and our tongues tangled as I took her down the hall. She moaned as I spun and pinned her against the wall, rolling her hips and grinding her core against my hardened cock.With a groan,
BrandonAmaliawatchedmeasI carried plates of food to the kitchen table. I sat in front of her before taking my own and sitting beside her. She sighed and picked up her fork, moving the roast potatoes around the plate.“You know, she loves you,” Amalia said.“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” So instead, I focused on slicing my chicken into small pieces. I didn’t want to be having this conversation right now.“And I know that you love her. What I’m struggling with right now is why you still haven’t told me I will have a sibling.”I nearly choked on the chicken I had just put into my mouth. I reached for my water glass and took a long sip before looking at Amalia. She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms.“Where the hell did you hear about that?”“Gina told me. I’ve been talking to her a lot the last couple of days. Did you know that she’s thinking about leaving Silverlake? She might move back to the city.”I froze, my entire body stiffening as I looked at her. While I k
Gina“You’regoingtohaveto talk to me sooner or later,” I said as I stood beside Amalia in a coffee shop. It had been nearly a week since the breakup, and she had ignored every call.I tried going to her house when I knew Brandon wasn’t home to see her. During the first visit — when she didn’t think I was coming — she had answered the door.Talking to her since then had been nearly impossible.Amalia sighed as she approached the counter. She gave the barista a small smile. “Two large mochas, please.”I smiled, but my stomach was tossing and turning. I felt like I was going to be sick. This was the first chance that she had given me all week.“I don’t want to throw our friendship away over this,” Amalia said as she looked at me.“Then there’s something else you should know before we get into everything,” I said, knowing I couldn’t keep the baby a secret.Amalia needed the whole truth before deciding whether to forgive me.As soon as our drinks were made, Amalia led the way to a booth in
“And what did you do? You hurt me anyway.” Amalia’s eyes were glassy as she glanced away from me. “I want you to end it with her.”“Then I’ll do it.”The words hurt me to say. It felt like I was ramming a knife through my chest, but my daughter was the only family I had left. I wasn’t going to alienate her. If breaking up with Gina was what it took to keep my daughter in my life, then that is what I had to do.“You’re too old for her. What the hell happens when you get even older? Will she spend the last good years of her life changing your diaper?” Tears tracked down Amalia’s cheeks. “And what about you? Are you going to spend the next few years trying to keep up with someone as young and ambitious as Gina?”As much as I hated to admit it, Amalia was making all the points that had spent the last several weeks circling through my mind. I knew that there was no way I would be able to keep up with Gina forever.That was supposed to be a problem when we got older.“Break up with her, Dad
“My dad asked me a while ago if it would be okay for him to start dating again,” Amalia said as she looked at me.A wave of panic raced through me. Does she know that I’m seeing her dad?“I think he’s ready to get out there and try again. It makes me feel better about maybe moving away from Silverlake. I didn’t want to leave him here alone, but if he’s ready to start seeing someone, maybe he won’t be as lonely as he has been.”“You’re okay with him dating again?” I swallowed the lump in my throat and hoped I didn’t look guilty.“It’s not the easiest shit I’ve ever thought about, but I know Mom would want him to move on again and be happy.”“What if you don’t like the woman he’s with?”Amalia shrugged before lifting her hands and swaying to the music. “I don’t think I get much of a choice in it. My dad isn’t the kind of man who would date a woman if he didn’t think it was serious.”I nodded. “That makes sense. He seems pretty rational.”“He is.” Amalia grinned and stopped dancing long
Mateo shook his head. “There has to be more to it than happiness. Let’s pretend that the potential career damage isn’t a factor. Have you ever thought about what your daughter will think about this?”“Don’t drag Amalia into it.”“You need to weigh all the options and stop thinking with your dick.”My hands clenched into fists as I bit back the words on the tip of my tongue.“Consider what you’re doing,” Mateo said as he stood up. “The cleaners are only here once a week. You’re lucky that they found it before someone else did.”I crossed my arms and arched an eyebrow. “Do I need to worry about you?”“Me? Telling people about your little office affair? No. I may not support your actions, but you have been in a better mood since you started seeing Gina. And I like her. She’s got a backbone.”Mateo grinned and left the office, closing the door behind him. I sighed and ran my hands down my face when he was gone.Keeping my relationship with Gina a secret would be more complex than expected
“I don’t know if this is the kind of thing you can get over.”He took my jaw in his hand and tilted my face up to his. His lips are soft as his mouth brushes against mine in a tender kiss.It was easy to lose myself in Brandon instead of thinking about everything else in our lives, so I did. I nipped his bottom lip, deepening the kiss. His tongue tangled with mine as I moved to straddle his lap.My arms drape over his shoulders, my fingers sinking into the soft hair at the nape of his neck. Brandon’s hands slid beneath my shirt, his fingers setting fire to my skin as he worked his way up to my breasts.He cupped them, his thumbs brushing over my nipples as I rolled my hips. My back arched as his hardened cock pressed up against my core. I rolled my hips again, trying to build the friction between us and relieve some of the tension building.Brandon groaned, his tongue sweeping through my mouth as he pulled my shirt over my head. His head dipped forward, and he sucked a nipple into his
GinaOver the last two months, hiding my relationship with Brandon has been getting harder and harder. Nevertheless, we do our best to keep our relationship a secret.However, Amalia has nearly caught us a few times.I snuck out Brandon’s window more than once and ran to my car parked down the street. The next day I would have to listen to Amalia telling me about her theories on her dad’s dating life.She was sure he was seeing someone, which made me feel worse. Amalia would lose her shit if she found out that I was the mystery woman sneaking out in the middle of the night.It was getting too stressful to hide it from her, but it was too late to turn back.I’m falling for Brandon.Hell, I’ve already fallen. He had me at hello, and I’ve been enamored by him every moment since, even though it would have been better for the both of us if I wasn’t.I sighed as I leaned over the sink in my bathroom, my stomach tossing and turning.I had been holed up in my apartment for the last week, feel
BrandonAmalialeanedbackinher chair, tilting her face and closing her eyes as she soaked up the sun and the salt air. It wasn’t often that I got to see her this relaxed as she lounged by the ocean.We tried to make time to get lunch together once every couple of weeks, but with both of us having careers, it could be hard to find the time. She had her career, and I had mine.Throw sneaking around with Gina into the mix, and I had even less time than I used to spend with Amalia.“Okay,” I said after our food was delivered. “How is work going? Do you have any shows coming up?”“I’ve signed on for New York Fashion Week next year.” Amalia took a bite out of her lobster roll and shrugged. “Other than that, there’s not a whole lot going on. I’m building a new line, but some designs aren’t coming together quite right yet.”“I’m sure you’ll figure it out. New York Fashion Week is huge, though. We’ll have to have a party to celebrate. Congratulations.”“I don’t think that I want to do anything