Page 95 of Bound By A Promise

Aléjandro inspected the tools laid out on a table to the side of the small room.

“Good enough?” I asked.

He nodded. “I can make do.”

The man stirred at the sound of our voices. His eyes widened as he cursed in Spanish. Hell, I don’t know what he was saying; he might have been praying. If he was, he was angry at God. Aléjandro spoke to him, occasionally holding up tools: pliers, pruning shears and Fiskars, perfect for cutting fingers and toes, surgical scalpels, and dental extraction forceps.

As Aléjandro showed the man each implement, the color drained from our guest’s face.

Finally, my brother-in-law said, “We’re going to cut the bullshit and speak inInglés. You see, I don’t want my brother here to miss out on any of the information. And if you tell me you don’t speakInglés, we’ll start with cutting out your tongue.”

“Hablo Inglés.”

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” I said, removing my shirt. I looked over to Aléjandro. “I don’t want to get blood on it.”

He followed suit.

Chapter

Thirty-Two

Camila

My eyes fluttered open as the bed dipped. Through the darkness, the fresh scent of bodywash filled my senses as Dante’s warmth settled to my side. I reached out, laying my fingers on his warm skin. “You showered?”

My body shifted as he wrapped his strong arm around me and pulled me to his side.

“I did, beautiful.”

His words vibrated in his chest. “What we did tonight was messy, not something you need to see.” Peppering my hair with kisses, Dante inhaled, filling his broad chest with air. “You always smell so fucking good.”

Tilting my chin, I looked up at his strikingly handsome profile. “I soaked in the tub before going to bed.”

“I expected to find you upstairs.”

“Giovanni is in our guest room.”

Dante scoffed. “He was in our kitchen watching the elevator. I told him to go upstairs to his own fucking bed.”

My smile grew. “He was out in the kitchen?”

“He’s a good soldier and takes protecting Luciano women seriously.”

“Have you heard from Miguel?” I asked.

Dante inhaled. “Your father wants him to stay in California. With all the shit going on with the cartels, Andrés wants his men close. I don’t blame him.”

I sat up.

There was a lot to unpack in Dante’s statement.

“I’m okay with a new bodyguard.”

Dante’s large hand rubbed up and down my back. “You’re not going to fight me on the bodyguard thing?”

“After today, hell no.”

My husband’s laughter filled our suite. “My wife is cussing. She’s either having an orgasm or being definitive in her statement.”