Page 42 of Hateful Union

“I, just as your father will have, have men inside the Spanish police. You’re their confidential informant. When my men contacted one of our men inside, he didn’t hesitate to give up what he learned about what you’ve been doing.”

Her head drops and she stares at her hands on the table. “Which means, Dad could find out at any moment.”

I nod, my jaw tight and my gut screaming at me to get her away from here and into a safe house.

“The evidence I gave them today, I’m hoping that it’ll speed up their investigation and move in on Dad.”

What she’s doing is fucking dangerous. It is going to end disastrously, it could end up with her dead and that’s something I’m not letting happen. Ever.

“Raylee,” I begin and she raises her head to look at me. “I’m not letting you go through this alone.”

Her lips thin and her eyes tighten. “I’m not stopping, I’m so fucking close to bringing his organization down, Mal, I can’t stop. Please don’t ask me to.”

Hearing her plead is killing me, but hearing her call me Mal is sweet as fuck. “Baby, I said I’m not letting you through this alone, not that I was stopping you.” I know this is something that she has to do, I don’t agree with it, but with the determination she has, there’s no way she’s going to walk away until he’s behind bars. I’d have preferred him to be dead.

Her mouth parts. “What?” she breathes, her eyes wide with shock.

I smile at her. “Are you mine?”

Her throat constricts as she swallows. “I want you,” she admits softly, “but I don’t know if I can trust you.”

I nod, “Then you’re mine. I’m going to build that trust, but,mo stór, you’re going to have to be open with me.”

She raises one finger, the nail is painted in a wine colour, I notice that she has a tattoo on the inside of her finger, it’s a number three. Damn, I can’t wait to explore her body, see what else she’s hiding on that delectable body of hers. When we were together before, we were both lost in the lust, neither of us paying much attention to the other, just the rawness of being together.

“One chance, Malcolm, that’s all you get. You hurt me again in any way shape or form and that includes hiding shit from me, I’m gone.”

“Scouts honour,” I reply with a smile, the tightness that was in my gut slowly ebbing away.

She raises a brow, “You a scout?” She shakes her head. “Yeah right.”

“You’ve made me a happy man,” I tell her, wanting to get to my feet and haul her into my embrace, but we still need to talk and when I get her in my arms, I’m not letting her go.

“If I find out that you’re like my father, there’s nothing I won’t do to make sure you’ll go down like he is.”

“Noted and, baby, you’ll get to know me, you’ll understand that me and your father are nothing alike.” If any of my men were even thinking of doing the shit that Harry Silver does, I’d end them without hesitation.

It’s something I can’t understand. For a man to have a daughter, one that he supposedly cares about, how the fuck can he do the shit he’s doing to other women? You can’t. It’s impossible. You turn that table and see what it would be like as a father, to know that shit was done to your daughter. No, you’d lose your mind and want revenge. Harry Silver is an arsehole and there’s no fucking way that he gives a fuck about Raylee.

That’s my job now.

The back door to the villa opens and out walks Gabriella and Christian, “Everything okay out here? There was no shouting or blood loss, so I’m getting a bit concerned,” Gabriella says, her eyes firmly on Raylee.

“It’s fine, Gabs, we were just talking. Come and sit, the heavy shit’s out of the way,” Raylee assures her with a smile.

As much as I hate that they’ve interrupted us, having Christian out here, while we talk, he’ll be able to get an idea of what’s happening.

Both Gabriella and Christian take a seat around the table, “So what did we miss?” Gabriella asks with a smile. “You were talking too low, I wasn’t able to hear.”

“Eavesdrop you mean?” Raylee questions with a raised brow.

Her friend doesn’t give a shit and shrugs. “So?”

Raylee waves her hand at me, indicating that I can tell them. I bite back the smile, fuck, she’s adorable when she’s annoyed.

I catch them up on what’s happened, including that Raylee is mine and Gabriella smiles widely at that admission, causing Raylee to scowl at her.

“Did you tell him about what that pervy arsehole told you about Mayer?” Gabriella asks once I’ve finished telling them.

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