Javier
Three years later…
“Marco Antonio says the last of the hotels have gone into contract to sell,” Arturo tells me. “It is done.”
I lean back in my desk chair and kick my feet up on my desk. Sucking in on my candy apple little cigar, I raise an eyebrow in question before letting out a plume of smoke. “Done, huh?”
“Sí, jefe.”
Arturo’s gaze drifts to the window where Tania and Rosa sit in the shallow end of our new pool. Both pregnant. Both happy. We’ve only lived in Puerto Vallarta for a year now, but we love it. It’s clean and gorgeous. There are even some cliffs worth diving from much to my father’s horror.
My father is dancing with Emiliano. The kid is always laughing and playing. Our little María Elena adores her uncle, who is only four years older than her. In her cute little yellow bikini, she wiggles her butt. Her loud giggles can be heard through the glass. God, she’s so cute.
“Bring home our boys,” I tell Arturo as I stand and snuff out my cigar in an ashtray. He rises and gives me a nod before disappearing to make the call to Marco Antonio and Alejandro.
I quickly stride into my bedroom and change into my trunks. By the time I step outside, Father has María Elena in his arms and she squeals as he spins her around. With my daughter distracted by her grandfather, I dive into the deep end of the pool and swim toward my target.
The sexy Sra. Javier Estrada.
Her belly is big beneath the water. Full with my child. A son this time. Our daughter kept asking the sex, so we found out for her. She’s thrilled to have a little brother.
My wife doesn’t startle when I wrap my arms around her. She likes danger. I grope her tits for a minute before I surface behind her.
“Hey, handsome,” she greets, a smile in her voice.
“Hello, beautiful.”
She relaxes against me and I rest my chin on her head. My thoughts drift to the night when she told me she was pregnant with María Elena.
“I took a test last week and another to be sure this morning, but, Javi, we’re going to have a baby,” she tells me, her smile widening.
I toss the test and the cigar to the floor before grabbing her hips, yanking her to me. My lips crash to hers and I kiss her until she’s moaning against my mouth. Gripping her by the ass, I lift her and walk her to the very wall I intend on fucking her against. Except when I make it there, I don’t move. Simply press her back to the wall and stare at her.
“¿Voy a ser papá?” I will be a daddy?
She nods, tears welling in her eyes. “Sí.”
I maul her, eager to show her just how happy I am when she palms my scruffy cheeks. Her eyes are sad and serious. “You don’t doubt my love do you?”
“Nunca más.” Never again.
“Bien.” Good.
She pulls me closer so her lips brush against my ear. I’m drunk on her news, but her whispered words sober me up.
“I’m tired of lying.”
“Lying?” I growl.
She clings to me. “Just listen, Estrada. Don’t talk. Listen.”
Fuck, she’s fierce. My sweet Rosa.
“I’m not who you think I am,” she admits. “My real name is Rosa Daza.”
I pin her with a severe glare. Her walls are down. She’s finally letting me in. I fucking told Arturo and Marco Antonio to give her time. Rosa is strong and fearless. Braver than most men. Plus, she loves danger. And what her lips are letting slip out are very dangerous words.
“My father is David Daza. A criminal. A bad one.” Her nostrils flare. “Like you, baby.”
I arch a challenging brow at her, but she doesn’t waver. Whatever it is she’s saying, she won’t stop now. Pride surges through me at her bravery.
“He went to prison for his crimes and left my mother all alone to take care of me. She loved him. When I was younger, I didn’t get it. I didn’t understand how she could love a monster.” Her fingers tenderly stroke through my hair. “But I understand now.”
Tears well in her eyes as she remembers her mother, but she doesn’t stop. She continues, lifting her chin. “Criminals like my father shot up the restaurant we were visiting. My mother was a casualty. From that moment on, I decided I wanted to avenge her death by going after every Mexican mafia monster I could. I studied hard in school. I remained focused. Eventually, I was accepted into the Central Intelligence Agency.”
“Rosa—”
“I said be quiet,” she bites out, her brown eyes flaring. I have this woman in my arms blabbing her most hidden secrets that could affect whether she lives or dies tonight, and still, she’s fearless. “Four years ago, I was assigned under my superior, Michael Stiner, to go deep undercover. The agency wanted me to infiltrate Javier Estrada’s organization. I was to spy and learn everything I could from the inside while Michael gathered intel from the outside.” She frowns. “I worked so hard. So diligently. I hated you and everything you stood for.”
A growl of warning rumbles through me, but she’s not fazed by it.
“But then…things changed. You looked past the maid façade and saw Rosa. Your interest was piqued, and to be frank, the moment you took notice, I wasn’t immune to your charm. I fell hard for you, Estrada. So damn hard.”
I should kill her.
A smart criminal would.
He’d snap her neck and toss her body over the balcony.
Avoid all the heat she could bring down upon me if she chose to.
But, apparently, I love danger too.
“And now?” I ask, my voice husky.
She draws my head closer to her, our lips nearly touching. “And now, I’m yours. I think I was that night when you looked after me in the kitchen. That’s when I awoke from the fog I’d been drifting along in. Everything was so clear and I finally felt alive.”
“Rosa Daza,” I murmur, trying out her name aloud, but certainly not the first time. “I know.”
Her brows furl together in confusion. “What?”
“It took some digging, but Arturo finds people. He started sniffing you out the day you put the smackdown on Julio. Marco Antonio was just sure you were a professional. Turns out, he was right. At first I was angry, but you were so goddamned brave. Prancing around for years in the Estrada house, sneaking information. And, truth be told, I needed to be sure before I did anything. Before I dragged your pretty ass and ended you in the shed, I needed to know if the things that were happening between us were real. By the time they had information on you, I was in love, manzanita. I kept waiting for you to bring down the hammer and it never came. At that shop, I was just sure you were going to call in reinforcements and everything between us would have been a lie.”
“We were never a lie,” she breathes, her voice firm and fierce.
“But I had to be sure.” I rest my forehead against hers. “I had to be sure.”
“I know.”
“Rosa?”
“I’m sorry, Javi.”
“I know, mami.”
“Are you going to kill me now?” She tilts her head and regards me.
“Never, manzanita. You’re mine.”
She smiles. “I had to be sure.”
“I know.”
“You’re quiet,” she murmurs as she turns in my arms to face me. Her huge belly separates us, but I don’t mind. It’s pretty fucking cool when my son kicks me for getting too close to his mother. “Everything okay?”
“Just thinking about you.”
She grins, her smile blinding me with her beauty. “Funny, I was thinking about you too.”
“Good or bad?” I tease as I kiss her plump lips.
“Always bad.” She nips at my bottom lip and it makes my cock jolt in my trunks. “You’re Puerto Vallarta’s newest and most terrifying villain after all. King Baddie.”
My palms slide to her ass and I squeeze her. “And what does that make you since you’re married to me?”
“The bad wife?”
I chuckle as I admire this woman.
My woman.
“You’re a good wife, mami. So good.”
She clutches my balls under my cock through my trunks and flashes me a devilish grin. “I guess I better start working on baddie skills.” Her hand squeezes me to the point of pain, causing a growl to rumble through me.
“Careful there, manzanita,” I warn. “You’re dancing with danger.”
“Well, I do love to dance,” she teases. Her eyes darken as her red lips quirk up on one side. “And we both know I love danger.”
Fin
(The End)