Page 92 of Mob Knight

“Joey, I love you. You’re my future.”

I’m unprepared for how she throws her arms around my neck or the kiss that nearly knocks me backwards. She’s led our kisses before, and she’s been passionate when she does. She’s also been so tender it makes my heart ache.

But this kiss.

It’s intoxicating. It’s drugging. It’s all-consuming.

It’s everything.

When we pull apart, she leans to whisper in my ear.

“I don’t know whether you’re going to fuck a baby into me, or you’re going to make love to me to do it. But the only childrenI’ll ever carry, the only children you’ll ever father are the ones we make together.”

She leans back and cups my jaw with both hands.

“I love you, Cor.”

“I’m completely yours now and forever. I’ll never want anyone else, Joey. We belong to and with each other. Whether it’s this place or your place or somewhere new, I don’t want to change our living arrangement. Ever.”

“I don’t care where the roof overourheads is, as long as it’s the same one.”

Her gaze drops, and it feels as though she remembered something the moment she finished speaking.

“Cailín?”

When she looks up at me, I know she regrets what she said.

“Cormac, I meant what I said. But I shouldn’t have said it yet.”

She closes her eyes and inhales so deeply her shoulders rise, and her chest expands. She tries to move off me, but my fingers dig into her arse. Whatever she has to say makes her fear I’ll reject her. Whatever she has to say means we need to stay connected because it’s going to challenge our relationship. I won’t allow any distance to grow between us.

“You’re scared to tell me what’s on your mind. You know I won’t like it. But that doesn’t mean I won’t listen, and it doesn’t mean I’ll want you any less. Whatever it is, we deal with it together.”

“You say that now…Cormac, Bracero isn’t my full last name. It’s Espinoza Bracero. I’ve told you I grew up near Chihuahua.”

NO!FUCK!

It’s my turn to close my eyes and compose myself. I take too long because she tries to get up again. When I tighten my hold on her arse, I know it hurts. She can barely shift, let alone get off me.

“I told you, you’re where you belong. You’re not going anywhere,cailín, until after we talk. Then, you aren’t going anywhere after that except to our bed with your pretty little pussy filled with my cum. Do you know why you’re going to keep every drop inside you?”

She shakes her head, tears welling in her eyes.

“Because you have been mine since the moment we met, and you will be mine until my last breath. You think I’m going to reject you because you’re Jesus Espinoza’s daughter? Because your father isEl Cazador. Because he heads the Culiacán Cartel, the most powerful Mexican cartel. Do you fear he’ll live up to his moniker? Will the hunter come after me?”

“I haven’t told him, but I believe my brother has.”

Double fuck me.

“Santiago? As in the newest member of theJunta Directiva?” Board of Directors.

She nods.

Wonderful, her brother joined theEl Corredor. The corridor or board of directors is the senior most leadership in a cartel. Her brother rose another rank in their hierarchy two years ago. He’s officially equivalent to Finn, who’s our second-in-command. He became alugarteniente—lieutenant—or plaza boss while in college because he carried out a hit on an LA rival visiting NYC. He organized his own team of informants, then spent his spring break junior year tormenting the guy until he put the muzzle of his gun between the guy’s eyes and shot the back of his rival’s skull across the room. That cemented him as their cartel’s top official in New York, and he hadn’t even moved here from Mexico yet.

We met when my fist broke his nose during a fight that got men killed on both sides. His rival was one of our tornadoes—a liaison between cartels, or in our case, his cartel and our mob. He was acameleo—camel—an OG member of a Baja cartel. Theguy was nearly sixty and survived countless attempts on his life. Those types of members are named for the animal since they have the same lifespan. Santiago cost us six million dollars. I couldn’t kill him, and he couldn’t kill me without starting a war. I had to settle for the broken nose. He tried to stab me in return. I now have a beautiful pearl-encrusted switchblade.

“If Santiago knows we’re together, did he tell you he and I have met?”

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