Page 67 of Savage Fire

“You’re still the cockiest asshole I’ve ever met, Fang,” she drawled. “But you’re an asshole I love so much I cannot imagine life without you.Tu eres mi corazón y alma, Javier.”

Tessa cupped his face with her hands, wiping at his tears with her thumbs. She brushed a tender kiss over his lips, and he sighed.

“Please tell me this isn’t a dream, that you really forgive me…that you really love me,” he pleaded, his voice a raspy, aching sound.

She brushed a kiss over his chin, his cheek, then his mouth once again.

“I do love you, Javier,” she murmured against his lips. “And I forgive you.”

With a growl loosed from the very depths of his chest, he took her mouth, devouring her, pouring every ounce of his love and need for her into that kiss.

Four hours and several orgasms later, Fang jerked to wakefulness from well-fucked slumber when his cell chimed from the bedside table.

He grabbed it and swore at the name on the screen.

I’m going to kill my brother!

As Tessa dug into her second piece of chocolate cream pie, Fang watched Jorge stride through the doors of Danny’s. His bespoke suit, which probably cost tens of thousands, made him look ridiculously out of place. That didn’t stop the asshole from looking like he owned the place, though.

Catching Fang’s gaze, he walked to the booth furthest from the door and slid into the seat opposite Fang and Tessa.

Tessa, noticing their guest had arrived, slowly placed her fork on the table and leaned back, her narrowed yes scouring Jorge’s face.

“So…you’re the brother?” she asked.

“I am,” Jorge replied, dipping his head in greeting.

“Were you born in a brothel, too?” she asked, making both Fang and Jorge splutter.

Jorge cleared his throat. “No. I was not. I suppose with you asking that question you know about my brother’s humble beginnings.”

She pursed her lips and crossed her arms, obviously not impressed.

“I know. Doesn’t change what I think or feel about him, though,” she replied, her words making the air inside Fang’s lungs expand and warm. Like an internal hug.

Fuck.

Jorge grinned. “Good. Javier deserves the love of a good woman.”

Fang silently agreed. “I have a good woman, and I want to take that woman back to bed, so why don’t you tell me why the fuck you wanted to meet?”

Jorge clicked his tongue chidingly. “So impatient.”

Tessa snorted.

“Fine. I wanted to know how things worked out with the information I gave you. Have you started your casual assault against the Medevs?”

Yes, they had, putting little whispers in the ears of connections throughout the city that the Mendozas were empty-handed and lying about it. Things were going well so far, but that didn’t make Fang not want to beat his brother to a pulp. The last thing he wanted to do was talk about this shit around Tessa.

“We don’t talk about club business around the women,” Fang gritted out.

Beside him, Tessa grunted, punching her elbow into his ribs. She knew the policy, and she’d been good about so far, she just didn’t like being lumped with the “other women.”

“I see,” Jorge responded, his lips twisting into a curious half grin. “Well, I just wanted to take the time to check in on you, to see you one last time before I head home. Peri is excited about travelling. Can you believe she’s never been outside the US before?” Jorge’s mockingly wide eyes made Fang grunt, Tessa giggled.

Fang knew from a text he received from Odin that the prez and Grimm had met the girl, and had both agreed she seemed happy enough, and that she was safe. Jorge agreed to keep her protected until the mess with the Medevs and Mendozas was over, which could take years. Fang had caught a glimpse of Grimm after that meet, and he could honestly say the large ginger looked…dazed.

“We’re good,hermano,” Fang affirmed, reaching across the table to grasp his brother’s hand in a firm grip. It had been years, many years, and misplaced anger and guilt had driven a wedge between him and his only remaining relative. He would do better.

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