I shook my head. ‘I knew he was a nasty Cabrón, so nothing should surprise me.’
Jax let out a low whistle. ‘That is fucked up.’
‘I know,’ I said with a sigh.
If what Layton Cooper had told me was true, then I almost felt bad for killing the guy. But, nobody got away with putting a gun in my wife’s face. Cooper should have taken his grudge up with Foster Carmichael and not his daughter.
‘Do you think Alana knows?’ Jax asked with a cocked eyebrow.
‘No. No way,’ I replied. Alana thought her father was a good guy. I’d already known she was completely wrong on that front, but I hadn’t realized just how wrong she was.
I waited until I was alone in my suite before I called Alana. I didn’t intend to tell her anything about Layton Cooper and her father’s involvement with him, although I knew she’d ask.
She picked up on the second ring. ‘Hi,’ she said softly.
‘Hey. How’s the head?’ I asked her.
‘Throbbing,’ she groaned.
‘I told you to be careful with that Scotch,’ I laughed.
‘Yeah, well. You know if you tell me to do something, I’m likely to do the opposite, don’t you?’
‘I had noticed that.’
‘So, did you find out who that guy was last night?’
‘Just some guy your father pissed off one time, that’s all. He won’t be bothering you again.’
There was a few seconds pause. She knew better than to ask me about my business or the methods I used to deal with problems.
‘Pointing a gun in my face because he was pissed at my father seems a bit extreme. What exactly did my father do?’
‘I don’t know,’ I lied. ‘But he said he didn’t want to hurt you, just to scare you.’
‘What was his name?’ she asked and it didn’t escape my attention that she used the word was and not is.
‘Layton Cooper.’
‘Oh,’ she breathed. ‘I’ve never heard of him.
I certainly fucking hope not, I thought but didn’t say. ‘What are you doing today?’ I asked.
I shouldn’t care what she was doing, but I did. Images of her body pressed against mine forced themselves into my brain and I felt my cock getting hard.
‘Just going to lie by the pool and read. Maybe I’ll have a swim?’ she replied.
I pictured her in one of those tiny string bikinis and the twitch in my cock turned to a throb.
I cleared my throat to try and clear my head. ‘Sounds like a good way to cure a hangover. I have a meeting this afternoon, but then I’ll be done for the day. I’ll be home for dinner.’
‘Okay,’ she said and I was sure I could hear the happiness in her voice.
What the fuck are you, doing, Alejandro?
‘I’ll see you later then,’ I said.
‘Yes. Bye, Alejandro,’ she purred and the words bypassed my brain and went straight to my dick.