Page 132 of Veiled Amor

It wasn’t going to be so easy, but Capone was prepared to shoot their fucking way out of this goddamn house.

“Capone.” She whispered, and he felt the word in his gut. She was scared, and he couldn’t have that. He sent her a smile.

Capone had every intention of fighting for his life.

Lucia was that life he’d craved for so fucking long.

In Spanish, he told her, “trust me, my love, it’s nearly over.”

“I love you so much,” she declared with a smile, and then she turned and disappeared. That’s when Capone returned his gaze to her watchful father.

“You’re gonna let her walk away from here.”

The older man smirked. “I could have you killed in seconds, I allowed you to walk in here, Capone, because I think we could be beneficial to each other.”

“If you wanted me dead, I’d be dead already. I’m not because you know even if you hate my guts, I’m the only man on the fucking planet who would put myself in the way of a bullet to save Lucia. Not even you would.”

“I love my daughter.”

“Not enough to die for her. Not enough to let her have her own fucking life. You’re trying to kill her in a cage in the same way you did with her mother.”

The other man turned ashen. Capone didn’t feel an ounce of pity for him. Cole’s loss was Capone’s gain, and he was one man who would never take Lucia’s love and loyalty for granted.

“We’re taking whatever shit she wants from this place, and it’ll be the last time she comes back. You’re gonna leave her the fuck alone.”

Any show of congeniality dropped from Cole’s face.

Capone’s fingers itched to reach back for the gun and blow his fucking head off. Hunt better hurry the fuck up, or it would be a whole different scene the FEDS would walk into.

His saving grace, the woman who calmed the storm within him, came down the stairs carrying a small backpack over her shoulder.

“Lucia,” her father spoke in a cold, warning tone as if he expected her to come to heel. God, he fucking loved that woman when she didn’t even spare her father a look, just came right to Capone, his arm curled around her, and his mouth found her forehead, “you okay?”

“I am now.”

“The car and the boys are outside.”

She hesitated, a tremble went down her spine under his hand. He kissed her again, “trust me,amor.”

“Lucia,” her father hissed as she stepped away, and it was then she turned to him. “You’re making a mistake, daughter.”

“It’s the only right thing I’ve ever done, dad. You can’t control me any longer. I told you Capone would come for me. He is who I trust, who I love more than anything.” She flicked her gaze to Capone and smiled a little, then turned back to her father, “this could have been so different, but you don’t know how to compromise. Everything is your way or no way. That means you won’t be the one to give me away at my wedding, and you won’t see your grandchildren growing up.Youdid this, dad.” To Capone, like a brave warrior, she said, “don’t take long, I want to go home, baby.” She walked out without a backward glance. Texas would safeguard her until Capone could.

“A wedding? Children?”

“Sí.” As soon as he could do both. He wanted to give Lucia everything she desired. They’d waited too long already. “I walked away from her once. I won’t make that mistake twice.”

Something ugly twisted on Cole’s face. “Haven’t you figured it out yet, boy?” So smug for a man who was about to be ambushed by the FEDS. Texas got the word from his twin when they pulled up outside that his team was mobilizing and would be there soon. So, he could give theViejo bastardohis moment in the sun since he so desperately longed for it. “I was the one who stopped you from having what you wanted. I saw how you looked at my daughter, a grown man with lust in his eyes for achild.”

Hardly a child, but Nicholas had done what he set out to do, which was to shock Capone.

Smirking, “I always said you should have worked for me. What a waste playing with motorcycles. Your father didn’t put enough ambition into his sons, what were they again? Car salesmen?” He said it like a nasty word, “what better way to stop my daughter being used up by a dirty biker than to give her to the biggest nobody. It was perfect. She was kept untouched. After all, that brother of yours didn’t know what to do with a woman, did he?” Another smirk, “tell me, Capone, how much did it sting to wonder how often he was bedding my daughter? Did you try to burn her out of your system with other women? Did it kill you to see them together around the family dinner table? I must say, I found that amusing. In our life, we take enjoyment where we can, hm?”

Capone held onto his temper, since he knew he’d won, anyway.

He was going to walk out of here, love his woman as hard as he could and give her the best fucking life.

Nicholas Cole was heading to jail.

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