Page 100 of Veiled Amor

A red mist coated his vision. He didn’t know he’d thrown a punch until pain radiated throughout his right hand.

“How many more of you are here in town?” He growled after each punch, making ground beef of the guy’s face.

“Stop. Stop. Fuckingstop.”

“How fucking many?”

“Me. It’s only me.”

Unlikely.

With blood coating his knuckles, he pushed into the guy’s pulverized face. “Do you have sisters,cabrón? Do you have a mother? Wife? If I have to do this a third time with you, you’re gonna regret it. I won’t kill you. I’ll kill everyone you love in front of you until you have no one left. I’ll fucking rip your life apart. Are you listening to me? Look at me and see I mean it.”

“I’m not lying,” the guy spat, spraying blood on himself, “this job is not fucking worth it.”

“Keep thinking that,” Capone replied, shoving him off to Grinder, who was going to dump him outside of town. Between Grinder and Preacher, they dragged the bleeding cargo to the waiting SUV and tossed him in, where Preacher climbed into the back with him.

Capone took a breath, trying to rein himself in, but all he felt was the fury rushing through his blood. This shit would end only if he got rid of Nicholas. Taking on the Kingpin of Miami would have ramifications that rippled for years if he weren’t careful. He’d buried his vengeance, but he didn’t have any such restraint now it involved protecting Lucia.

Capone would risk his life to ensure she was out of her father’s clutches.

A white cloth appeared in front of his face, he turned eyes on Texas, offering him a handkerchief square from his pocket. The only biker to carry those things. He took it to wipe off his hands.

“How crooked is that cop brother of yours?” He asked, and Texas snorted, then sobered when he saw Capone wasn’t joking. “I bet taking down a Kingpin would earn him those stripes he has a hard-on for, huh?”

“Fuck, are you serious, Cap?”

“To get Nicholas out of Lucia’s life? Serious as a heart attack. I either kill him or put a bomb in his organization to destroy it from the inside.”

“That would take a lot of manpower, Cap. And I’m sure many have tried to put Nicholas Cole into the ground before and failed.”

“None of those men were me. I walked away from Miami, knowing if I tried anything, it would get Lucia killed. She was the only reason I’d drop my family vengeance,hermano, you understand? She was the only person I could do it for, and I lived without her. Now I get my chance; he’s not gonna fuck it up.”

The pair walked back to where Texas had parked his bike behind Capone’s jeep. Despite the conflict the two went through during Texas’ rough time, they’d patched their differences and were closer than ever. Probably the brother Capone was closest to. He also knew Texas was slowly accepting his twin back into his life in small increments, and he’d trust Texas if he said going the Malachai route wouldn’t work.

“I think Mal would do it, but you need to be sure. And I know it’s not directly club-related, but it touches us, so we need to inform Rider. I can’t get involved in that secret shit with Mal again.”

Capone chuckled and cuffed his brother around the neck. He wasn’t wrong, Capone had planned to talk to Rider, so their well-spoken brother-in-arms had nothing to worry about. “Relax,papi. No one is retaking your patch.”

“Fucker,” Texas pushed him, amused.

Capone met Texas’s gaze. “Make the call, see if he can get his ass here.”

A minute later, Texas shoved his phone away after talking to his twin. “He can be here by this weekend. Be sure, Capone.”

“I am. I don’t think Lucia would forgive me for killing her old man; as despicable as he is, he’s still her father. So, I have to get rid of him in another way. Burying him in a jail cell will have to be enough.”

When they parted, Capone called Rider, who would bring it up in church tomorrow. Then he went up to his apartment to clean the blood off his hands and to change his shirt before he left to pick up Lucia.

Sliding out of the Jeep some forty minutes later when he saw her coming out of the gym’s electronic doors. The rain, which started minutes earlier, lashed down over his head, but he wasn’t concentrating on that. Only on her smiling face.

She was safe.

She’d continue to be safe as long as he lived.

“Hey, handsome,” she greeted, and came into his arms as he reached her. Their mouths met, and her taste flooded down to his belly. “This is a nice surprise.”

“Didn’t want you walking home. Where’s your friend? Does she need a ride?”

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