Page 115 of Devil's Bride

CHAPTER 32

Two minutes earlier…

Jago

“We caught one of them,” Navarro said from the other end of the line.

“One of them?” I countered, pacing the floor in my eagerness to return to the suite.

“One of the fuckers involved in Julio Morales’ murder.”

“You’re certain of that?”

Navarro laughed. “I’m certain.”

“Had he offered anything useful?”

“Not yet. But he will.”

I glanced at the door, taking a deep breath. Genevieve seemed genuinely happy, no longer as much on edge as she’d typically been. Hearing about her love of donuts had provided me witha damn good laugh until Bella had snapped, telling me in no uncertain terms I was an asshole and it was my duty to do something special for her sister.

The young girl had been right.

I’d paid a pretty penny for the experience, but seeing the happiness on Genevieve’s face was well worth every cent. And I’d do it again. Hell, maybe I’d buy her a franchise.

I rubbed my jaw, briefly thinking about the night before and what she’d said. My lovely wife truly didn’t remember what she’d muttered. But I would never forget.

Even though I had no idea how I felt about it.

“We’ll return by the morning. Enjoy spending time with him. Just keep him breathing until I get there.” My men knew exactly what I expected from them and in turn, I allowed them time to play with their food.

By the time I returned to Barcelona, the man they’d found would be roughed up, barely able to see out of either eye, and already begging for mercy.

Which he wouldn’t receive.

This time, he would talk, or I’d spend an exorbitant amount of time allowing him to fully understand the human anatomy from the inside out.

“I’ll have him primed and ready,” Navarro gritted out.

Bam!

What the fuck?

The loud crash came from inside the room.

While I couldn’t be certain I’d ended the call, it fucking didn’t matter. All that did was getting to my woman.

Mine.

The girl I’d tried to pretend hadn’t gotten to me with her voluptuous body and sarcastic mouth.

The woman I’d vowed to keep safe even though she tested my last nerve.

The woman who would be at my side until the goddamn end of time.

As I shoved the phone into my pocket, I kicked the door open, racing inside, my weapon already drawn by the time I found the source of the sound.

Dressed in a bellman’s uniform, the man had his hand over her mouth, currently trying to drive a khanjar into her neck.

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