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Casey screamed, her voice echoing through the veranda beyond. Her body had no choice but to tighten around his as the friction against her clit and the hard fucking drove her higher and higher toward a ferocious orgasm. Her pussy began to ripple, tighten in anticipation, as he slammed harder againsther.

She gripped his hair and held him hard, a scream of pure ecstasy ripping through her as she was flung over the edge into oblivion. She went limp against him as he continued his hard thrusts, holding her up against the wall. Reyes shouted her name against the skin of her throat as he came and slammed his hand into the wall next to her head. She smiled happily as she felt the hot rush of him inside her and squeezed him tight against herbody.

They both lay against the wall, Reyes leaning against Casey while protecting her back from the hard stone with his hands. He whispered words of love and praise to her while she snuggled against him. She smiled and held in a giggle. His words were mostly approval of her deadly accuracy with her gun and the way she played with her prey before disposing ofit.

She sighed and squeezed him tight. She would have to teach him how to speak of nicer, less blood-thirsty things before their child was born. Which reminded her, she should probably tell him soon, give him a chance to get over being pissed that she’d gone into Mexico pregnant before the babycame.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Casey chewedher lip nervously and touched a finger to her still flat belly, soothingly caressing her unborn child as she leaned against Ignacio’s old desk and stared unseeing into what used to be her back yard. It still looked the same, perhaps a little less manicured. Ignacio had always been about appearances while Diego was more about security and the bottom line. He would prefer fewer maintenance workers and gardeners on hisestate.

She barely listened to the men as they conducted business, which probably surprised Reyes since she’d taken part in almost every facet of his business since Venezuela. And though she’d convinced him to bring her to Miami to reconnect with her former associates and establish herself as his partner, she hadn’t been telling him the entiretruth.

There had been some blow back to her taking their unborn child into Mexico and putting both of their lives at risk. He’d raged for days, locking her in their bedroom and alternating between terrible fury and attempting to make her see reason. Oh, she’d seen reason. She’d always seen the truth, just not the truth Reyes wanted her to see. Reyes was beyond terrified of losing the only family he now had. He seemed to understand the importance of allowing her to rise up, become the powerful force that would ignite his heart and entrench his cartel in the underworlds of many regions, but he couldn’t allow her to do it while pregnant. Something about pregnancy and the added vulnerability to her health seemed to push him over the edge. She’d known he would be that way. These mafia guys were funny aboutfamilia.

Only after she’d promised to treat herself more like the queen of England than the queen of murder and mayhem did he let her out of the bedroom; though she’d enjoyed some perks in having her favourite man to herself for days on end. They’d outlined the terms of her pregnancy. She was still allowed to stand at his side and negotiate if he deemed the partner safe. And for some reason, he believed Miami was safe. She was about to disabuse him of that notion and likely send herself back into bedroom lockup for the next sixmonths.

She side-eyed Diego, the snake. Worthit.

“Mexico will not be available to you until further notice,” Reyes was telling Diego. “You will have to make do with your other connections. I can put you in touch with Sotza in Venezuela; he’ll be reluctant to work with an Ignacio associate but he may be willing with a word fromme.”

Casey snorted lightly, tuned them out and continued to stroke her belly. She wondered if her little jellybean would have black hair or powdery white blond hair. She ignored the look that Reyes shot her. She didn’t care if he thought she was being immature. Diego was a piece of shit and there was no chance the regal, deadly Sotza was going to work with him. In fact, she was entirely certain that it would take Reyes a matter of days, if not hours, to learn the truth about Diego. Reyes was only using the man because he was easy and convenient. She knew, realistically, that most of these guys were their own level of disgusting, the majority without integrity. If Reyes refused to work with all of them, then he wouldn’t have anyone left to workwith.

Still, Casey wasn’t quite done avenging herself and her family. She was biding her time, like any good black widow. Waiting for her chance to lure the fly into her trap. She glanced sideways, wondering if they were going to wrap things up soon so she could murder the crap out of her nemesis, when her gaze drifted to Ignacio’s statue, the one she’d always hated so much. Her eyes lit up and she wandered towardit.

She stood studying the naked cherub with new eyes. It had always caused her to wonder if Ignacio wasn’t so much impotent as into children. He did seem to prefer her looks when she was younger, more child-like. Sheshuddered.

She was so absorbed in the horrible statue she didn’t hear the men’s conversation wrap up or Diego approach her from behind. He slid an arm around her waist, digging his fingers brutally into her hip, causing her to jump in shock. He brought her body back into his, slamming her ass into his cock. She gasped and cried out, but he covered her mouth with his hand. She glanced back over his shoulder and saw Reyes outside the patio doors with his back to her, standing with Alejandro deep indiscussion.

“Can’t wait to get you alone, Casey. Just you and me, baby,” Diego breathed in her ear. “Ah, the things I’m gonna finally get to do to this body. Fuck, it makes me so fuckinghard.”

Diego, the motherfucker, had done exactly as she’d hoped by biding his time, waiting to catch her alone. Only she hadn’t been paying attention. But she had a secret weapon, one he would never guess she could possibly have developed in the past few months. She’d become strong, risen up. Despite the strength in his arms, the black, ugly thoughts in his head and the sadism in his heart, he was no match for Casey. She had her own strength. She was aqueen.

She knew he was expecting her to allow his grope, allow him to touch her so he might release her faster. She wasn’t sure what his plan was after that though. Did he truly think she wouldn’t tell Reyes? Did he think Reyes would believe Diego over the woman Reyes had flown all the way to Miami just to stand at his side. She rolled her eyes.Please son, take a number, this bitch is his everything. This is why she needed to show Reyes that Diego should be replaced, the man was just stupid. He probably couldn’t negotiate his way out of a paperbag.

She grabbed one of the fingers that Diego had placed conveniently at her waist and snapped it back so hard it broke instantly. He howled in pain, let her go and bent over double clutching his finger. Casey whirled around, intent on kneeing him in the face, but then the statue caught her eye again. Oh, even better! She grabbed it with both hands and hauled the heavy piece of gaudy art work off the pedestal. She lifted it as high as she could and viciously brought it down on the back of Diego’s head just as Reyes and Alejandro came rushing in the backdoor.

Casey let the statue fall from her hands, wincing a little as it smashed Diego’s hand where he lay dazed on the floor, whimpering and bleeding. Well that was a happy accident. She’d been having a lot of thoselately.

She turned to the desk and reached for her purse where she’d left it earlier, dragged it toward her and began rummaging through it. Reyes took the scene in at a glance and seemed to assess what had gone down. He apparently came to the conclusion that his woman had things well under control, crossed his arms over his broad chest and merely raised aneyebrow.

“What are you looking for,cariña?” Reyes asked negligently, eyeing her as she searched through herbag.

“My gun,” she huffed, lips pursed inannoyance.

“Well maybe if you carried a reasonable size purse for once,nena,” Reyes pointed out, amusement clear in his voice despite hiswords.

Diego let out a pitiful groan from the floor and tried to rock himself into a sitting position while blood gushed from the head wound she’d givenhim.

She turned on Reyes, fury snapping in her dual-coloured eyes. He smirked, clearly enjoying the sight of her when she was fuming. “Really, Reyes?Really?” she snarled one hand still buried in her oversized bag. “You brought me back to the home where you murdered my first husband… and yes, before you say anything, he absolutely deserved it, but you brought me back into this horror show of a mausoleum to be insulted by this creepy little cockroach.” When Diego made a sound of protest she kicked him viciously in the knee with the pointy toe of hershoe.

Reyes grabbed her arm and pulled her out of Diego’s way before Diego could grab her and drag her to the floor as he clearly intended to do when he swiped for her ankle. “What did he say to causethis, Casey? My god, woman, you threw a fucking statue at him,” he said incredulously. “You shouldn’t be lifting heavy shit while you’re pregnant,nena. You know better.” Alejandro attempted unsuccessfully to cover his laughter with a cough. Reyes pointed at Diego who was trying to pick himself up off the floor and snarled, “Stay down,cockroach.”

Alejandro let loose and guffawed. Everyone in the room ignoredhim.

Casey dropped her purse on the desk with an aggrieved sigh and placed a hand on her hip. “He implied that the moment he got me alone he’d unleash his sadistic tendencies on me. And this time he wouldn’t hold back.” She eyed Diego with disgust. “Well, this time I didn’t hold back, did I, Diego?” she taunted, loathing clear in hervoice.

“Puta,” he spat at her from the floor. “Mob trash! That’s all you ever were and all you’ll everbe.”

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