Brazilian Revenge (The Brazilians)

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by Carmen Falcone


  She drew a breath. “Thanks. I tried to sleep, but then all these racing thoughts kept me going. It’s too much. I can handle whatever the world throws at me, I always have. But if something happened to her and we can’t find her…” Her voice trailed off, her lips trembling.

  He cupped her face. “We will find her,” he said in the same determined tone he used in courtrooms and interviews. “You need to get some rest. Lie down.”

  She let out an exasperated sigh. “I tried, trust me.”

  He ran his fingers through his hair. Before barging in her room, it’d already been difficult to fall asleep. How could he do it now after discovering her painful past? And that she still hurt from it? A lump of frustration clogged his throat. “This will be different. We’ll do it together. C’mon. I want you sprawled on the mattress.”

  Satyanna blinked a couple of times, as if to make sure she heard him correctly. A lovely flush spread across her cheeks. Did she think he was about to seduce her?

  “Don’t worry. There’s no sex,” he said.

  Her blush deepened, but at least she had some color on her face. At last she moved and got on the bed, but instead of lying on her back she kept her body sideways as her head fell on the pillow. He pulled the sheet and covered her. They would need that thin layer of fabric to keep their skin from touching.

  He molded his body behind hers, and snaked an arm over her side. She was tense; he didn’t need to touch her neck to feel its stiffness. Her shoulders went so rigid they stretched the fabric of the nightgown. He caressed her bare arm, sliding his fingers up and down her prickled flesh. “My mother had lupus when I was a teenager. She was always sick, and we didn’t have much money. In the beginning, I would go to her bed and hug her like this.”

  She sagged into him, and he sighed with relief. Finally, she was relaxing, and his plan was working. “I’m sorry. Must have been hard for a teen to deal.”

  “It’s okay. I didn’t mind,” he said, and his voice was carried by an emotion so raw he had to swallow hard—twice—to keep from choking. He held her tighter, and he caught himself breathing into her hair. The blend of warm vanilla with some spicy notes played with his nostrils. “I’ll be here until you fall asleep.”

  She yawned. “You’re not.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You said you were being selfish in the library. You’re not selfish.”

  He opened his mouth, but hesitated. This should be when he should say that he, too, hadn’t been sleeping after sex. While she was haunted by old memories and a sad past, the recent events had taken a toll on his conscience. He had been selfish—and he was still being. After all, wasn’t he hugging her to put her to sleep so he could feel better about what had happened? “I’m no saint.”

  Another yawn. “I like that about you,” she said, and in a couple minutes, he heard her sound asleep.

  …

  “Are you sure we’re going the right way?” she asked him.

  Leonardo clenched his fingers on the steering wheel of the sedan he rented. He could easily have requested a driver, but he was adamant on doing this his way—and involving the least amount of people. What he couldn’t deal with as easily was the woman in the passenger seat, and the bidden memories from the previous night.

  Images popped in his mind as they had during their three-hour flight into the private airfield in the state of Maranhão. Ever since the moment they ate a quick breakfast before dashing out of his duplex back in Rio, he’d avoided talking to her at all costs. Nothing more than strictly necessary. Why give her the wrong impression? They had given in to that crazy attraction, then he soothed her in a time of need. That was it.

  The sun almost blinded him, and he fixed his black sunglasses.

  “I punched the address on the GPS,” she said, waving his iPhone. “Here. Take a left on the next road.”

  “I didn’t ask you to do it.”

  “You’ve been grumpy since you woke up, and one of us had to make decisions that gets us there faster,” she said matter-of-factly. “I want to see my daughter.”

  He peered at the GPS and watched the road again. The streets were narrower, and trees bordered both sides. It’d been a while since he’d visited the Northeast. The beachy metropolitan vibe of Rio was quite different than this. There were enormous palm trees every so often and hard-working folks selling pineapple and other fruits on stands by the road. “Our daughter.”

  She shifted on her seat until she could stare at him without restrictions, her arms folded. Something told him she wasn’t about to compliment him. “Have you realized that whenever you talked about Lyanna, you say ‘my daughter,’ but whenever I say ‘my daughter’ you correct me?”

  He cleared his throat. Of course he had. If—no, when—they found Lyanna, he would have a lot to make up for. Only a few months had kept him from her. Yet any other father would have been in a clear advantage. One of the things he’d deal with was figuring out exactly how he’d proceed as far as Satyanna was concerned. After the previous night, his mind was playing tricks on him. Was she the damaged orphan who had mixed up with the wrong guy…or the shrewd woman who had gotten pregnant by a millionaire? “Yeah.”

  She shrugged. “Interesting. I guess you will be a good father.”

  He lowered his glasses so he could look her in the eye. Since they were on the subject, the best thing was to be honest. “I’ll be a great one. But, listen, I don’t want to give you the wrong idea after last night.”

  He expected her to give him some smart-ass retort. Her lips would clamp shut maybe. What surprised him was the chuckle that parted from her lips. “No, I think you’ve been going out of your way to prove that point.”

  His gut clenched. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry.”

  She flashed him an easy smile. “No need. Last night we needed each other. Don’t worry, I won’t write your name on a piece of paper and draw hearts around it. I understand,” she said, as if he had canceled on dinner plans.

  “Good.”

  “As long as you treat me as an equal,” she said, her voice a tad more commanding. “As someone who is invested in finding our daughter and dealing with the consequences of what happened. Not as if you’re doing me a favor by letting me tag along.”

  He drew in a breath. Damn. Didn’t she have a point? If they were going to do this together, he needed her. In the near future, she’d be the bridge to get to Clemonte and his stolen sculpture. And he would do that, even if he spent a lifetime trying. And now he needed her to find his daughter. Run some blood exams to make sure Lyanna was his. Or, like she preferred to say, theirs. He counted her also to find the nurse. Yes. As much as Satyanna was a dangerous liability…for the time being, he needed her. “Okay.”

  “Good.”

  He made one more turn around the corner and slowed the car before reaching the house number Jacinta’s mother had given them. 251. The little place was in a rather modest part of town, and he wondered if she had already blown all the cash she had received.

  “We’re here,” he said, and slid out of the car. Before he could open the passenger door, she had already gotten out of the vehicle.

  They walked in tandem to the house, Satyanna keeping up with his long strides. He stole a glance her way. The contours of her face tightened. They’d found one piece of the puzzle. What about the others?

  Sighing, he knocked on her door. Once. Twice.

  Restless, he flexed and relaxed his fingers. If no one answered, he’d find a way in. Waiting wasn’t an option. The longer time passed, they took the risk of her mother getting in touch with her. If Jacinta were smart she’d realize it was all a hoax. And what if she ran away?

  His blood froze. Satyanna inched away, and she was studying the closed wooden window to the side. Her hands hovered over the textured wood, and he wondered if she was searching for a way to break in. Because she’s done this before.

  She wouldn’t do it in broad daylight, with children playing soccer at the end o
f the street, not too far from them, would she?

  “Come with me,” he said, and cocked his head in the direction of the side of the house. She nodded, and he dropped his hand to the small of her back to guide her. There was a back door, also locked. He looked at the door handle. It was an old-fashioned metal ball. She put her head against the door, as if wanting to confirm there was no one in the house. A smile formed on his lips before he realized it; a rush of adrenaline shot through him. He, the uber-stickler, was about to break into someone’s house. Not just anyone, but the heartless bitch who helped steal his baby.

  Satyanna glanced at both sides then nodded at him. “Go for it. There’s no one watching us right now.”

  He slammed the door open, and it offered no resistance. Walking in, he lifted his finger to his mouth, motioning for her to be silent just in case. Stacks of real-estate magazines and home-decor books were piled on the coffee table. A set of gray sofas, along with a floor lamp and an old vitriol occupied the living area. He touched the sofa. It was first-grade leather. Somehow the sophistication from the inside didn’t match the modest surroundings.

  Within minutes, they raided the place. There was not a single soul in the two-bedroom house. He checked the kitchen. Clean, with stainless-steel appliances.

  “There’s hardly any food in here,” she said, studying the fridge.

  “You think maybe she went out of town?”

  She grabbed a rubber band from her pocket, and put her hair up in a ponytail. Several rebellious curls strayed. There was something sexy about her lack of makeup. Besides the freckles that scattered on her nose and cheeks, she was fresh faced. “Maybe she’s been working odd hours. She’s a nurse, right?”

  He blinked. Focus, man. The previous night he’d used his attraction for her to channel his energy. What was his excuse now? “Just because that’s what she told her estranged mother doesn’t mean it’s the truth. If Clemonte paid for her silence, maybe she doesn’t need to work right away.”

  …

  Satyanna twisted her hands together, her fingers fidgety. Refusing to let the circumstances alter her resolve, she shook her head and walked to the bedroom.

  The queen-size bed, adorned with a thick bedspread and golden pillows, didn’t hint at someone who experienced financial difficulty. She sat on the bed and heard footfalls her way. Leonardo strode into the room. His gorgeous, enigmatic eyes trailed over her.

  “No one makes a bed like this if they don’t intend on coming back to sleep.”

  She stared at the vanity chest in front of her, and something snapped inside her mind. Of course. Drawers. Standing up, she scanned the room and found two nightstands on each side of the bed. She yanked the drawers open, her hands faster than her brains. Bills. More home-decor magazines. And…a passport. She recognized the nurse from the hospital. Jacinta had been the one who greeted her and checked on her before they gave her medications. With kind eyes and curly, short brown hair, the nurse looked back at her in the picture with a half smile. Except…the name on the passport read Claudia Soares.

  “It’s a fake,” he said.

  “So she’s not leaving the country, but considering it?” she said, and flipped through the pages. A folded piece of paper fell, and she recognized the receipt of a furniture store. What, was the woman so gung-ho on decoration?

  Leonardo went to search the other nightstand. She peered at him when he wasn’t paying attention. Ever since he’d told her he’d treat her as an equal that’s what he’d been doing. It was too soon to know for sure, but a warm sensation wrapped her heart. Different than the mad heart beating when he’d told her not to get a tattoo with his name on it.

  She had pretended she was okay with that but truth was, it hurt. Was sex all she was good for? When he’d held her late into the night, this crazy thought hit her. What if he, too, needed some comfort, but just had a hard time admitting to it? He’d embraced her with so much determination. Was it really only an attraction between them? Because, deep down, even with all that baggage, she—

  “I found it!” Leonardo shouted, and waved a piece of paper up in the air.

  “What? What is it?” she asked, and dashed to his side.

  “When she moved here, she needed an address to get her bills transferred to. I’m assuming she didn’t find this place right away. This is it. Her old address on a piece of paper from the carbon-copy protocol of the electricity company.”

  “Let me see it.” She pulled it from him and narrowed her eyes. Speaking Portuguese was a challenge she’d faced and mostly overcome. Reading it was a different story. Yet, something got her attention at the bottom of the document. The extravagantly cursive handwriting of… “Harry,” she said, even though it read Carlton Stephen.

  “She’s with him,” he said.

  She pointed at the address. “If she used this address for the electric company to verify her address, then that’s where we should go.”

  He nodded. “It’s only an hour away.”

  A knot formed in her dry throat. She stayed pinned into place as Leonardo walked. When he reached the threshold, he turned around. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” she said in a small voice and followed him to the car. Tightening the grip of the paper in her hands, she tried to keep it together during the car ride. And succeeded for the most part. Pulling her window down, she soaked in the smell of sugar cane and watched big trucks on the highway, contrasting against a few unfortunate people who rode on donkeys under the unforgiving hot sun.

  Harry had betrayed her in the past. But this…her heart raced like she was running, even though she barely shifted in her seat. There was no running from the truth.

  “What’s wrong? And don’t give me a bullshit answer. Not in the mood,” he said, slanting her a look as he continued driving. Even when he sat, his spine was perfectly locked into place.

  “It’s really happening,” she said, rubbing her forehead. “I guess a silly part of me wished this wasn’t true. That Harry hadn’t stolen my baby and taken her from me. But now I recognize his handwriting and we’re about to drive to see him, or should I say them…”

  “Do you think they’re having an affair? That they do this to other couples? Since she’s a nurse.”

  “He’s gay. They aren’t having an affair, but that’s beside the point. I feel…cheated. And I hate myself for letting him back into my life again.”

  “Why are you telling me all this?”

  “Because I have no one else. Forget it. You’ll probably think this is a big scheme to steal your money or something. Whatever. Just drive.”

  He slowed the vehicle, and for a moment she thought he was going to pull it off the road and listen to her. Anticipation welled inside her, and it was like the raging pregnancy hormones returned with a vengeance. What the hell was she thinking? She dared to gaze at him, and found him watching her, too. A dark flicker touched his eyes, and the hazel shifted to a rich caramel. He opened his mouth slightly, then closed it, and shook his head as if to talk himself out of something. Then, he stepped on the accelerator and focused on the road ahead.

  Chapter Eight

  The sedan came to a stop across the street from the gated community. There was a visitor’s entrance where a uniformed doorman greeted the guests. And she also noticed the resident’s entrance where they had to punch a special code to gain access and enter.

  “Any luck?” she said, pointing at the wrought-iron gates.

  “As soon as a resident pulls up, we’re tailing them and going in,” he said, stretching his legs inside.

  She did the same and kneaded the back of her neck to alleviate some kinks. “God, I feel like I need intravenous Tylenol. I’ve seen wood boards more flexible than my body.”

  He stifled a laugh.

  “What? It’s true.” She shrugged. “The last few nights I slept on the ground, then last night I was a train wreck. And now my heart is about to slip from my mouth.”

  “I never knew you were so emotional.”


  “I…have my moments.” She had worked on hiding her emotions to avoid disappointment. Somehow around him that was a challenge. He stirred an array of sentiments inside her, and stole from her any way of controlling them for a long period of time.

  She clamped her lips shut to keep her thoughts to herself. The previous day she’d convinced him to hug her back, and later in the day to screw her. Have you no pride, woman?

  “Here.” Without taking his eyes off the community’s entrance, he stretched his hand and put it on the back of her neck. A wave of awareness surged through her, as if glacial water had just splashed her. As he started to knead the pulsating knot in her neck, the effect was the opposite of cold. Warm strands of recognition swept through her, and she closed her eyes.

  “If you ever want to moonlight as a masseuse, you may have a shot at it,” she heard herself saying.

  His hearty chuckle reverberated through her. “You never know.”

  God. Was this real? His fingers pressed her flesh, making deep circles and easing her discomfort at the same time his touch provoked a much different type of ache. Her nipples strained against her bra and her blood thickened, pounding in her veins like it carried an urgent message.

  She took a deep breath, hoping the meditation technique would bring her clarity. A low moan flew from her lips. Shit.

  “There’s a car pulling in the resident line,” he said, and withdrew his hand.

  She opened her eyes with a start and recomposed herself, pulling at the hem of her shirt. “Great,” she said, blinking herself out of that senseless haze.

  He rotated the steering wheel, and within seconds they followed a Mercedes into the exclusive residential retreat. She chewed her lower lip. “What’s our plan?” she asked when the car came to a halt in front of the opulent, all-white house.

  “We go in and get some answers.”

  She sucked in a breath and wished she had some kind of weapon for their protection. You’ve got your karate moves. Let’s put them to good use. Fear tightened her midsection. She would find out what had happened to her daughter. The possibilities were endless, and none of them easy to swallow.

 

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