Page 111 of Veiled Amor

Her Capone would never be alone again.

This was her solemn promise.

No matter what she had to do.

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Malachai Hunt hadn’t been excited about a case in a long time.

The blood pounded eagerly in his ears.

A fucking Kingpin, no less. Nicholas Cole.

For years, no one could get anything concrete on him, and here Mal was with a notebook full of shit to pin on the guy, and all of it came from his daughter.

He’d have to keep his team small, those he trusted while he put surveillance in place.

Already his mind was flying through the possibilities.

As he watched Capone saying goodbye to his woman on the sidewalk, he cast a look at his twin, who’d stayed in the background.

They still weren’t on solid ground, so he’d been surprised to hear from him, and not only that, one of his biker friends wanted a favor. He’d been on the first flight he could get. Straightening the tie at his throat, he was glad to see his twin had retained one piece of their old life; he still wore his ties. Mal swung into his suit jacket. “What do you make of it?” He asked.

Tait…Texas as he liked to be known, fucking ridiculous name, but whatever. He was trying to accept the life his twin had made for himself, if only so Tait would allow Mal to be included in a small piece of that life too.

Recovering their relationship was taking time.

He didn’t mind putting the time in.

Mal had nothing but time anymore.

“They’re desperate, and desperate people will do anything to protect those they love.” The warning came into Tait’s eyes, and Mal knew what was coming next. There was no one more loyal than his twin. Mal once knew what that felt like until he’d broken their brotherly bond. Now he had to stand by, biting his fucking tongue, and watch his twin give that loyalty to others while waiting to earn it back. “That means you don’t fuck Capone over, Mal.”

“Relax, Tait, you already gave me the speech twice from the airport.”

“Then listen to what I say. You don’t fuck him over. You don’t use this info to do anything other than what he’s asked you to do. If you have ideas to get in with a Kingpin…”

Scowling, fucking offended, he stared at Tait. “I’m a lot of things, most of them are true, but do you think I’ve worked this hard to gain your trust just to toss it all away now?”

“For power? I think you’d do almost anything.”

Mal swallowed the lump of pain.

He couldn’t blame Tait. Not at all. It was Mal’s fucked up decisions that had brought these brothers to their rift. But things were different now. Mal was trying to be different.

“Not this. Not to you, twin.”

Tait only nodded. Mal was unsure if he believed him.

“How about I take you and the wifey to dinner tonight before I catch my plane?”

“It depends on if Poppy wants to be in your company,” Tait said honestly, and Mal laughed.

He could accept that.

“Penelope loves me.”

Tait snorted, a grin twitched his mouth. “Not quite, she tolerates your ass because she has manners.”

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