Page 134 of Veiled Amor

He always thought he’d finish Cole by slaughtering him.

This was more satisfying.

They not only got Nicholas Cole, but fifty of his crew too.

It was a damn good catch for Hunt.

Outside, he waited in the Hummer, Capone’s hand on Lucia’s thigh. His girl was trembling. The stubborn girl wanted to see it through to the end.

“Let me take you home,nena.”

“A few minutes more,” she said, her head turned toward the estate.

The media vans arrived in droves.

It didn’t take thirty minutes for a handcuffed Cole to be brought out, he caught Lucia’s gaze. The man who had given life to the most perfect woman in this world didn’t react to seeing his daughter’s tears as he was shoved into the back of a car.

Her hand stole over his, and he twined their fingers together.

Capone kissed her tears away. “We’re leaving now.”

They were going back to the MC for a feed and a drink before they caught a plane home.

It was then Hunt stepped up to Capone’s side of the car, he whirred the electronic window down. “Did you hear it all?” He asked without prompting. Hunt had the place wired.

“Oh, yes,” Hunt smirked. “We can add murder to his already long list of charges.”

Though Lucia gasped, she didn’t chime in, and Capone squeezed the hand she had tucked into his. There was no need to say more to Hunt, they weren’t friends and wouldn’t be going for a beer together, but Capone bet the cop celebrated tonight.

“Ready to go,nena?”

“Yes, please.” She said as Reaper started the car.

So brave was his woman; she didn’t look back once.

Capone would make sure she never had to go through anything like this again.

It was going to be his job and pleasure to make sure she was always happy.

“You okay?” He asked once they got on the highway, heading toward the MC. Motorcycles flanked them.

She didn’t answer for a second, but turned her head his way. “I will be.”

Capone would make sure of it.

He hadn’t waited all this time to love his woman and then fall on the job in the first few years.

There was obsession, and then there was what he felt for Lucia.

Later, a beer in one hand, his woman curled on his lap, the MC was buzzed for the arrest. The club here had tried for years to get rid of Nicholas Cole, now they had reason to revel. On TV, there was only one breaking story on every news channel.

“Tonight’s top story sees the arrest of Nicholas Cole, the organized crime boss. He was taken into custody by federal agents from his estate. Miami’s crime underbelly has been run by Cole for decades and until now, he evaded capture. It was learned only moments ago in a surprising statement from the FBI’s head investigator, Malachai Hunt, that a lengthy three-year probe of Mr. Cole has yielded enough evidence to secure a warrant for his arrest. The charges include drug trafficking, racketeering, extortion, and murder. This could render a sentence of life in prison without parole if found guilty on all counts. Stay tuned as we take you through a decade of unsolved crime in and around Miami and what this could mean for the man known only as The Kingpin.

It was an ending.

Not the one Capone had dreamed for years, but he felt justice had been served.

And hey, unexplained deaths happened behind bars all the time.

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