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“Can’t I be curious about someone?”
“You’re married now,” he grumbled, his jaw clenching. He still wasn’t happy about my marriage to Dante. “You should limit your curiosity about men to your husband only.”
It was my turn to narrow my eyes. “How sexist!”
“If Dante is anything like his cousin, he’s over-the-top possessive and obsessive.” That might be a mild understatement. “And let’s just say if I see a single tear in your eyes, I’m going to murder the fucker.”
Gosh, so much testosterone. I was quite capable of killing my husband myself. After all, I killed a man only yesterday, and if I might say so myself, I did a pretty good job. Although there was no need to point that out to my brother.
“Back to Kian.” I steered the conversation to my original question. “Is he the same Kian that I heard rescued Autumn Ashford from Afghanistan.” I feigned ignorance. “I assumed he was some kind of retired military guy, but then he wouldn't exactly associate with people like us. Would he?”
He shrugged. “He’s a special case.”
“How come?” I asked curiously.
“You’re asking an awful lot of questions about him.”
I groaned. “Because you’re not answering my questions. Now tell me. Why is Kian a special case? And what does he do?”
My brother scratched his chin tiredly. “He went through U.S. Special Ops training but he’s actually Brazilian. Brother to the head of the Brazilian cartel.”
My eyes widened. “What?”
“He’s the head—”
I waved my hand. “I heard you. But holy crap. Where does the security agency come into play?”
Jesus Christ. Had I been unknowingly working with the Brazilian cartel? I wasn’t sure whether I should be impressed or not. Probably better that I wasn’t impressed.
“I’d imagine it allows him to launder money through it,” Killian said. “And don’t think I won’t figure out why you are so interested in someone I’d recommend staying away from,” he added pointedly. “You don’t need to be messing with someone like him, little sister.”
After that, our conversation stayed in neutral territory.
CHAPTER36
Dante
The clock said two a.m. when I pulled up in front of my home in Chicago.
I headed inside, striding through the foyer and then up the stairs. I was eager to see my wife. To sleep with her scent wrapped around me. Eager to share the news of Travis’s death with her.
Maybe she’d trust me enough and tell me how she killed those men. Did she hire hitmen? If she had, I’d have to get their names and learn how trustworthy they were. I couldn’t risk anything coming back on her.
I got to our bedroom and found her asleep, the soft glow of the moon streaked across her face. I studied that face, missing those blue eyes that stole my soul that day in the Royally Lucky Casino. It turned out the name was perfect, because I’d lucked out.
Fate brought her to me. And fuck it, I seized the opportunity and kept her with me. She was mine and let anyone try to take her away from me.
I dropped to my haunches next to her, watching her sleep. She slept on her side facing me, her knees pulled up to her chest. I lifted the covers and found her sleeping in my dress shirt and something about the sight had me grinning with satisfaction.
Maybe she missed me like I missed her.
Tracing my finger over her slightly parted lips, she let out a small sigh. I held my breath, waiting to see whether she’d open her eyes, but she didn’t. She slept peacefully, her dark lashes fanning her cheeks. She looked peaceful and so fucking innocent that it had my throat tightening with fear of anyone hurting her again.
I just prayed it wouldn’t be me.
CHAPTER37
Juliette
