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“Already you’re too good to me, nena.” He pressed a kiss against the top of my head, the action so tender, it made my heart squeeze with affection. “But Los Diablos are my family. And now that you’re my Vieja, they’re your family too.”

“They don’t even know me.”

“They don’t have to. I’ve claimed you. You’re mine and therefore under the club’s protection. Do you understand what that means?”

“I think sooo…” I drawled the words out.

“Whatever you need, ask, and they’ll do it. We protect each other. They’ll protect you as much as I will.”

Mexican families were large, so large that I didn’t even know how far down the line my own cousins went sometimes. My own parents despaired that I’d never be what they’d hoped me to be. I was sure they wanted me back home. Married and pumping out babies. That was a woman’s place. I’d wanted more. To have a career. To teach. Even if they didn’t understand it, they were supportive. It was only because of that that I was able to even move away in the first place, black sheep or no.

Families were essential. And I’d given myself to Miguel, which meant his family, Los Diablos, were as important to him as mine were to me.

Had I hurt them by judging them prematurely? Hadn’t I always hated the judgment from my own family? I hadn’t conformed to what they wanted for me, and even if they were supportive, there were still small digs and comments made at my expense that hurt. Wasn’t I just doing the same to his family?

Los Diablos had rushed to help Desi and I when our house was trashed. They hadn’t even known either of us. But they’d done it. They’d shown that support.

And all I’d given them was my disdain. Because of the women, because of the machismo, because of the loud, boisterous way they laughed like they were partying.

I was suddenly ashamed of myself.

“I’m sorry.” It was my turn to apologize. “I’m sorry I hurt you and them. I judged without knowing. And if the club is important to you, then I’ll spend time with them. I’ll get to know them, and I promise, I won’t judge them.”

Miguel breathed a deep sigh, almost like he’d been holding it tightly in his lungs.

“Nena.” The word was but a breath. Suddenly, I found myself on my back, Miguel looming over me. “You’re perfect.”

“You already said that,” I reminded him.

“And I’m going to say it every fucking day. Now spread your legs for me, Vieja. I want to fuck you again.”

I giggled as my legs widened beneath him. He made me wet with nothing more than his words, and already I craved to be touched and dominated by him again.

“When you’re done fucking me,” I teased, “maybe we can switch roles and I can be on top next time?”

He groaned as his cock slid inside of me. “Fuck, nena, I’ll do whatever you ask of me.” He thrust. “Anything.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “Ask.”

Chapter Twenty-nine

Lorena

Wespentthenextfew days in a state of bliss and content. Miguel monopolized most of my time–not that I was complaining when I was getting several orgasms out of the deal–and we all but lived together. He dropped both Zeke and I at school in the mornings and picked us up afterwards.

If I’d worried about how Zeke would handle my sudden presence in his life, not only at school but at home as well, I worried for nothing. He genuinely enjoyed my presence, just like I genuinely enjoyed his. It was in the broad smiles he gifted me. It was in the tight way he held my hand when we crossed the street together. In the way he paid rapt attention as I started to teach him to sign.

“We need to find Zeke a sign language specialist,” I told Miguel one day. We were in his apartment, Zeke coloring at the table, me in the kitchen frying up a meal, and Miguel in the doorway watching me.

“Yeah?” He adjusted his posture, leaning his shoulder against the frame with his arms crossed against his chest.

“I might know of a few places, but I’m going to investigate to find the best. He needs more than what I, Desi, or your slow learning can give him.” I’d already taken the liberty of emailing a few of the specialists and was just waiting for their reply.

“Of course.”

“It’d probably cost a bit of money, but I’m sure we can manage something if we go half and half.”

“Mhm.”

I turned then, features pulling into a frown at his simple replies. “Are you listening to me?”

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