by Lora Leigh
"Yes," Diego whispered, aware of Saul slowly leaving the room. "Yes, now we bring in my son." The son Carmelita and his father had not told him of.
Diego's heart still ached for her even as fury ate at his soul. How he had trusted her, loved her. She had been the light in his world, and her death had nearly destroyed him. Until he found the pictures. Until he learned of her vile lusts and her betrayals. Until he learned how many times she had nearly succeeded in murdering his true child.
If he missed her at times, he pushed the traitorous feelings back and found one of her special pets to punish. Such as Trina.
Carmelita had taught him much. Lessons he would not forget.
He tapped the glossy wood surface of his desk as he considered his more immediate problems, though. Grant Samuels' journal must be found. And then his pet SEAL must be broken.
The SEALs, they were resilient if nothing else. A true challenge to a man such as him. Clinton McIntyre had survived Roberto, which Diego had anticipated. It was but another link in the chain to acquire his dream. And the girl, the Chavez girl, Morganna. They had escaped Roberto's plans.
Poor Roberto. Diego had warned him about using Santos for such an important operation, but the man had been insistent. It had only made it easier for Diego to kill Santos.
Diego still couldn't believe the boy was stupid enough to contact those SEALs, to believe he could trade the information on the pet Diego kept in exchange for the SEALs' getting his charges dropped. Santos had known of the prosecutor's ties with Diego, the location of the lab, and the location of the SEALs' missing friend.
Such betrayal could only be met with death. Thankfully Saul had been smart enough to keep a tail on Santos and to bring in a team when he realized what the younger man was up to.
Roberto had blamed the deaths on McIntyre and the woman. Instead of placing the blame on Santos' shoulders where it belonged. Such family loyalty weakened a man. Love for anything other than oneself or one's child was a grave mistake. Roberto's need for vengeance had been the death of him.
Ah well. Killing McIntyre and the Chavez girl had not been Diego's idea, so he did not suffer it. The lab, that had been a loss, but not worth seeking vengeance over for now.
For now, he had more important matters to deal with....
USA Today bestselling author's characters come to her in her vivid dreams, inspiring her with the possibilities of What If... Most days, Lora can be found in front of her computer, weaving daydreams while sipping the ambrosia of the gods, also known as coffee.
Known for her deliciously intense and deeply satisfying erotic romances, the intricacies of the male-female dynamic fascinate Lora on every level. She also thrives on the challenge of understanding her rugged, audacious husband.
When not writing, thinking about writing, or plotting what to write, Lora, a Kentucky native, dotes on her mischievous, alpha-in-training son. She enjoys gardening, fishing, hiking, and curling up with a good book.
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