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He looks at me, baffled by my question. “I haven’t a clue, Ale, you ask the weirdest questions!”

Inside I am screaming but I laugh with them, wanting to change the subject.

“Well, congratulations, I’m really happy for you. However, I am sorry, but I have to be a party pooper because I need to talk to you both. This was left at Paloma Azul a few hours ago.” I place the box with the photographs on the table in front of my father. His face quickly changes from laughter to anger as he looks through them.

“Alejandro, this is your home. How did they get so close? Who the fuck is threatening us?” My father is up out of his chair and in an obvious rage. My brother takes the box and looks through it too.

“What does this mean, Papa? Who would want to harm Alejandro and Salma? Is this linked to what happened to Jose?” Matteo asked, but my father shakes his head.

“Salma thinks it's linked to her father’s death. She believes her father's mistress might know something… or even Jose’s bastard son.”

It is evident from the looks on their faces who knows something and who doesn’t.

“And from the look on your face, Papa, I can tell you know about this, don’t you? You know why Jose wanted me to marry Salma and lead the firm and it wasn’t just because she’s a woman. He has a son that could challenge us, doesn’t he? Jose’s bastard son has a better claim to this firm than Sal and I do.” My own indignation is growing. Why didn’t they tell me in full so I knew what I would be getting into? Salma is at risk!

“We worried you wouldn’t want to do it if you knew about the threat. Look, Jose loves his son, but he is illegitimate. Sal has trained for this her whole life. She was the right person and with you by her side, we didn’t think anyone would pose much of an argument.”

He pauses to take a sip of his water before continuing.

“Dominga has obviously not taken this as well as we thought she would. We can’t rule her out of being responsible for poisoning Jose. I’m sure Jose would have mentioned that he wanted Salma to marry someone influential and Dominga would be an idiot to not realise why.” My father trails off, deep in thought.

“So, what do we do? I do not want my Sal anywhere near the apartment, or Paloma Azul if I can help it. I will fucking murder anyone who hurts her.”

Matteo and my father stand over me trying to calm me down. “Ale, Ale! Stop, Salma is family now. We will not let anyone harm her. You will both have to move in with your Mami and I. Salma will have to appoint a manager at the club until we can establish who dropped this box off and if there is still a threat.”

My brother smiles at me, and I wonder why. “Little brother, I can see now that you love her, don’t you? I did wonder if some of this was for show, but I was wrong. You are madly and deeply in love with her. It's not just about the Mafia or power.”

With passion bursting from my chest, I smile back at my brother. “It’s never been just about the Mafia. I wanted her from that moment I saw her sitting on the sofa with Lucia’s baby in her arms. I fell in love with her when she tripped down the stairs and I caught her. It consumed me when she turned down her father’s proposition. All I hoped for was her to give me a chance, and now she is mine and I will never let her go. No one will ever take her away or hurt her, not while I have air in my lungs.”

“That settles it then. I don’t know anything about Jose’s son, but I have met Dominga a couple of times. I know what family she is from, and I can arrange a meeting between them and us and establish if Dominga is involved. Until then, you and Sal will stay with us,” my father instructs me with a firm nod.

With both him and Matteo on my side, I know I have a better chance of helping Salma eradicate this threat. I won’t let her down.

*** Amber ***

The trial has been postponed and I don’t know why. After looking for Aiden and Eva, and not finding them, I make my way back to the pack house, alone, to find Preston.

When I gave my evidence earlier, a moment of pain twisted deep inside me. Even Lizzie felt it and we did not like it. Since then, I need my mate, I need his closeness, his embrace, his touch.

When I walk into our apartment, my gorgeous mate is sitting waiting for me. The room is dark except for the candles which flicker, giving out a soft, sensual light. Preston is sitting on a stool, and I can hardly contain my glee.

He’s dressed up as a fireman. Vague memories of telling Preston about my ultimate fantasy come rolling back: for a buff and burly fireman to seduce me, and he has obviously gone behind my back to make my dreams come true.

“Lieutenant Amber Goldrick, I heard you had a fire that needs putting out.” I giggle and cover my face.

“Oh, my Goddess! Preston! I can’t believe you did this. I love it.” He stands up and twirls for me. He is the finest specimen of a man I have ever seen. He has the jacket and trousers and even the suspenders holding them in place. Big black boots and a fireman’s helmet complete the look, his toned abs stand out prominently and I want to run my tongue all over him.

“I thought I could give my girl a little treat after a hard day, so let me get out my hose and give you a dousing!” We both laugh at his joke, and it's enough to feel free, and light and loved. All thoughts of the horrible feeling I had earlier float away.

He sits me in the chair and seductively dances for me as he slowly strips off his clothing. I squeeze my legs together, craving the friction of my damp panties against my wet pussy. The heat rises within me as Preston rips the trousers off himself.

I can’t take it anymore. His long and meaty dick stands to attention and I caress it slowly. My mate shudders as I do it. I love the silky, hot, and hard feel of him in my hand. When I see a tiny dew drop of precum on the tip of his head, I drop to my knees and slurp it all up, teasing him at first, just taking the tip of him in my mouth and then licking all the way down his shaft and back up again.

I keep repeating the motion, taking a bit more of him into my mouth until finally he is hitting the back of my throat. I cup his balls and he groans as he threads his fingers through my hair, holding me in place.

As I pleasure my man with my mouth and hands, I become his goddess and I’ve never felt as powerful. The act of making him feel amazing makes me feel invincible.

Preston fucks my mouth, groaning, and shouts, “Fuck, yes.” With a final thrust and growl, he comes, ribbons of hot, pearlescent fluid shoot from him and onto my tongue, and I lick up every drop. He shudders and gasps with sheer pleasure and I love it. I did that.

“Red, I was supposed to be making you feel good, not the other way around.” Climbing up on top of him so I can straddle him, I crave being close to him.

“It feels good for me to give you pleasure too. I love making you come. It makes me feel powerful. But now I need you, I am ready to explode all over you.” He chuckles at my enthusiastic honesty.

“Oh, so you do need a fire putting out,” he teases while slowly removing my top and bra. “I am going to stoke the fire first, Red. I’m going to cause an inferno right here inside you.”

Overcome with need, I smash my mouth into his. My own need takes control. I love this man, I love him with every fibre of my being and I want to be doing this with him and only him for the rest of my life.

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