Page 72 of Wilde In His Arms

Rich assholes loved depraved shit.And those who wanted kids, they’d go to extremes and pay any price to get their hands on what they craved.Especially when they could simply walk into a room, explore their every desire, and leave without the fear of being caught.Or the kid talking.

He gave them what they wanted and they paid him dearly for his services.Especially when he brought their deepest desires right to them.

But this fucking agent stabbed him in the back, making him look like the fool.Then he’d killed Javier’s sister, the one person who made it possible to do business under the radar.She was more than family, she was an asset.

And he’d taken the kids.

Oh, he had more.Lots more.He kept things spread out.Because there were sick fucks all over the country who would pay to get what they wanted.

And he would get what he wanted when he took out the person Nick loved most, and then killed the asshole for all his transgressions against Javier and his family.He’d do it for his sister.For his mother, even though she’d rather spit on him than love him anymore.

That didn’t stop her from taking his money when she needed it.

The lawyer trying to get her out of federal custody was bought and paid for by him.He’d do his job or suffer the consequences.

He lit up a joint and tried to cool his ire, but the hatred he felt burned inside him.He shouldn’t be running from one place to the next, looking over his shoulder.

He should be taking care of business.

Finally, two hours after the move-in began, the moving truck pulled out.The brother was probably going to leave soon, too.Javier knew he was an agent.A big fucking dude, who looked like he’d seen some shit.

Javier didn’t care.Whatever it took, he was going to get his revenge.Now would be a good time to make his move.But the front of the house was too open.He needed to take them by surprise.

Maybe he could recon the house, choose a spot to pick them off one at a time.

Just when he was about to exit his truck and use the cover of the trees to walk the perimeter of the place, the brother came out of the house.

Nick stood in the doorway, watching from the wraparound porch as his brother climbed behind the wheel of his car and pulled out.Nick had lost the crutch.He even helped with some of the lighter boxes, but Javier could tell his shoulder and leg were still fucked up.Good.He wanted him in pain.He wanted him to hurt.Fucking traitor.

Fed.Always mucking up his business.

Javier rubbed the scar next to his neck where he’d been grazed by a bullet.Such a close call.Next time he faced off with Nick, that fucker was going down.For good.

He waited until Nick closed the door before pulling out of his hiding spot and following Mason down the long road.He didn’t want to get too close.The agent would catch a tail.And out here, it would be easy with so little traffic.

That’s why Javier had bought a secondhand truck to blend in.

He followed the guy all the way back to civilization and the bar that seemed to be the place to go in this small town.He parked in the lot, opposite where the agent parked near the back.

Since the bar was packed and he’d changed his appearance by cutting his hair and changing out his slick suits for faded jeans, a button-up cowboy shirt, and worn boots so he could blend in, he went inside and lost himself in the crowd.He checked out the woman in the kitchen the big guy had his arms wrapped around as he kissed her.

She had her fingers dug into his hair and the flash of her diamond proclaimed her his wife.When they pulled apart, Javier saw the baby bump right before the big guy put his hand over it and smiled at her.

Javier narrowed his gaze.“Well, I guess you’ve got a lot to lose.”Which meant the big guy would fight to stay alive.

Javier didn’t have someone like that in his life.Oh, he satisfied his needs with one woman after another, but commitment wasn’t an option in his line of work.A woman would be a liability.Anyone he cared for was a potential target for the feds, his competitors, even those who worked for him, who wanted to take what he’d built.Caring about others made him weak, so he simply didn’t bother to care at all.Except for his sister.They didn’t always get along.They disagreed a lot.But she was family and he tried with her in his way.She told him the truth, even when he didn’t want to hear it.She loved him even when she hated him.

And now she was dead, leaving his life cold.

The only comfort he had left came from the money he made and the power he wielded.

Though it was little comfort when he got sentimental and saw the way Mason’s woman looked at him.

That warm, sweet, cushy life wasn’t for him.Not now, anyway.Maybe someday, when he was old and tired of the game.

Mason hooked his arm around the woman’s shoulders and led her out through the back door.That’s when a guy sitting in a booth that faced the kitchen stood up and followed.He was in jeans, a long-sleeve thermal, and boots.Still, his actions and presence made it clear he was here watching her.

FBI.

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