“What are you going to do?”
“I need to dig deeper into his finances. I want everyone tied to my parents’ death strung up and paying the price.”
“Good. When are Martín’s men coming for David?”
“Any minute.” Like clockwork, Daniel alerts me that they have arrived. I greet the men at the entrance and lead them down to the basement, only to find Jose’s throat slit.
“Fuck. Search the house and the grounds. He hasn’t gotten far.” Immediately I make a mad dash up to my bedroom to protect the most valuable person in my life, but I’m already too late.
I hear him threatening her, but the door’s locked and if I burst through, he’ll shoot her. I need a plan to get into the room without him knowing. The only other way in is through the windows. My men and I run outside.
I received a text a second later from none other than Martín himself.Payment collected. Your prize is safe.
Chapter Thirteen
Candy
Once I’m finally clean and rinsed, I turn off the water and listen for Sebastian, but he’s not back. Instead, I’m alone. Wrapping my hair up in a towel, I dry off my body and then slide on a robe with my name. Seriously?
The bag from the local Walgreens that Julio mentioned was dropped off on the dresser. “Well, I might as well get this over with.” Slipping into the bathroom again, I do my business, peeing on the stick and impatiently waiting for the lines to appear, and they do.
“I’m pregnant,” I say to myself.
“Great news.” I gasp, turning to the slimeball I don’t like, dropping the test on the floor. His face has been beaten in and bloody, and his clothes are dirty, but that only adds to the viciousness in his appearance, like he has nothing left to lose.
“How did you get in here?” I ask, looking to the previously locked door and then to the window, which is open. He climbed up here?
“I have my ways,” he says with a smirk on his evil face, inching closer as I move backward. “Now, come with me, or I’ll shoot you right here on the spot.”
“What do you want with me?” I ask, hoping to stall him until someone can come to help me. Then I see a man in all black creeping through the window with his finger on his lips to make sure I stay quiet.
“What I wanted all along. Well, knowing my brother is finally pussy whipped and losing control of his empire, I’m going to fuck that strip of yours and then dump your body somewhere he’ll never find you. Then, when he’s at his most vulnerable, I’ll put a bullet in his head too.”
“Think again,” the man from the window that I don’t recognize snarls, clocking the slimeball on the back of the head and knocking him out.
He takes my hand and bows over it. “You must be the sweet Candy I heard about. I’ll take this piece of shit off your hands. Tell Sebastian that Martín came for his payment, debt repaid. Much congratulations.” I nod. “Please go in the bathroom and lock the door so my men can come to grab him.”
I realize that I’m still in just a bathrobe and that Sebastian would be quite upset if someone saw me unclothed, even by accident. I follow his instructions, and then two minutes later, everyone is gone from the room, and Sebastian is flying through the bedroom door.
“Mi amor,” he calls out. I run out of the bathroom, and he drags me into his arms, slamming his mouth onto mine. “You’re safe. Fucking hell.” He kisses me roughly, pulling back and checking me, opening my robe to look me over.
“I’m fine. I swear no one touched me. Although it was close. If it wasn’t for that Martín guy, your brother would have kidnapped me,” I sob, choking on tears.
“I’m sorry. I had no idea how many fucking pricks my brother had working to overthrow me, but I’ve cleaned house.” I cling to him tightly, hating his brother with all my heart, hoping I never see him again.
“Are you sure we’re safe? He got in here when I thought it was locked.”
“I’m going to kill him for making you feel unsafe. Listen, I should have killed the bastard myself long before he even had a chance to get anywhere near you.”
“He’s your brother.”
“It’s the only reason he hadn’t met his fate sooner and why it’s not at my hand. Martín was on his way to get my brother, but someone let David out of his holding cell. He shouldn’t have reached you. I wish I had been more patient in contacting you so that you wouldn’t have been in danger, but I couldn’t wait another day.”
I brush my hand on his chest, loving the feel of the firm strength under my skin. “It’s not your fault. Your brother was fucked up.”
“I’m fucked up.”
“I find your kind of fucked up sexy.” I kiss his chin.