His Wild Attraction: A Billionaire Romance Novel (Wild Billionaire Romance Book 4)

Chapter Thirty-Seven Andres

We pulled up to the playground just as I caught sight of Ellie running. I jumped out of the car, chasing after my wife.

I yelled. I know I did. But she didn’t or couldn’t hear me.

Fear like I’d never known pumped through my veins.

When I rounded the squat brick building and saw Gary with a gun aimed at my son. All rationale left my brain.

Pure, undiluted fury moved faster than lightning, louder than thunder, consuming me until I was a living, breathing personification of vengeance.

Ellie charged at Gary, and that piece of shit dropped Sammy onto the ground.

I ran.

I wasn’t going to get there in time.

Fuck.

I flicked my gaze at Ellie, knowing what she would want, and wishing like fuck I could tear myself in two.

I reached Sammy first.

“You’re okay,” I said as I clutched him to my chest.

Adrik, Marat, and Josef were right behind me, and I looked up to find the latter sliding to a stop beside me just as a gunshot rang out.

I handed Sammy to Josef and spun around, my heart in my fucking throat.

“ELLIE!” I roared, dropping to my knees, and grabbing the gun from her hand.

“Andres? Oh, my God! Andres? Sammy?”

I pulled her into my embrace, running my hands over her body to check for injury.

“Are you okay? Angel, are you hurt?” I asked, my voice breaking.

Someone had called the police. I heard the sirens in the background, But I didn’t give two shits.

“I’m fine. I’m okay. You came. You’re here. Sammy?” Ellie whimpered, uncontrolled tears streaming down her face.

“He’s fine. Josef!” I yelled.

“Mommy! Daddy!” Sammy’s frightened voice reached my ears, and I opened my arms for Josef to hand us our son.

“I thought I was too late. I’m so sorry. So sorry,” I said, biting back my own tears.

Clinging to my wife and son, I picked Ellie up, princess-style, while she held onto Sammy. I walked past the barricade the cops had set up, Adrik and Marat were dealing with them.

I trusted them to get through all the politics of what had just happened. It was nothing they hadn’t done before.

But I couldn’t think about that. I didn’t have the headspace.

Fuck, I almost lost them.

I climbed into the SUV, sliding Ellie into a seat so she could put Sammy beside her. I carefully buckled them both in and told the driver to go straight to our condo.

“Is he okay?” I asked a half an hour later after Ellie finally emerged from Sammy’s room.

Her eyes were puffy and her face blotchy from crying. She had rips in her pants, and a small bruise on her cheek where she must have gotten hit when she collided with Gary.

“Yeah, he’s sleeping, and Rocky is curled up at his feet,” she said, walking over to where I stood, a tumbler of whiskey in my hand.

She took it from me and knocked it back, hissing at the powerful stuff. I was sure it burned going down, but I didn’t fault her for drinking it. It was my third one already, and my hands were still shaking.

“Ellie, I am so sorry?—”

“Sammy didn’t recognize Gary,” she blurted, wringing her hands, looking everywhere but not at me.

“No?” I asked.

It was clear she was having some feelings about what happened, and I needed to let her have them.

But I was nervous as fuck. Scared, she wanted to leave me.

Goddamn.

I would do anything she asked if I could just keep her.

Please, Ellie.

“He, uh, just thinks it was a strange man who tried to hurt him. I’m going to call the therapist tomorrow and get her advice, but I think it’s better that he think it was a stranger until he’s much older. What do you think?”

My heart stuttered.

If she was asking me what I thought, she had to be staying, right?

You didn’t ask someone a question like that if you didn’t care.

“Andres?”

“Ellie,” I started.

But because I couldn’t stand to be so close and not touching her, I cupped my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to me.

“Anything you want to tell Sammy is fine with me, Ellie. Just tell me this means you’re staying. You’re not leaving me,” I said.

“Andres,” she whimpered, and shoved against my chest. But I tightened my hold.

“Please don’t push me away, Angel. I can’t stand it. I can’t bear it. I’m so sorry. I fucked up. I failed. I didn’t protect you,” I said, blubbering all over her and myself and making a fool out of me.

“Andres,” she said more forcefully, and fuck, I couldn’t go against her wishes. I released her.

But she didn’t pull away. Instead, she cupped my cheeks in her hand and pressed her mouth to mine.

“What?” I whispered.

“You crazy man. I love you. I’m not going anywhere. I thought maybe, maybe you would think I was tainted because I killed a man?—”

“Stop right there,” I said.

Pulling her closer, I leaned down, kissing her just because I could. Because she let me. And because I needed to.

“I love you. I would never think badly of you,” I told her honestly. “But you’re wrong, Ellie. You didn’t kill a man. Gary was living on borrowed time. His days were already numbered. Understand?”

“Yes, Andres,” she said, and a small smile tilted the corner of her lips.

“That’s it, Angel. Smile for me,” I said, kissing her again. “I need that smile. Need your joy. Your light. Fuck Ellie, I love you so much. Swear you will never leave me.”

“Never. I will never leave you. I need you too, Andres.”

Walking my wife backwards to the couch, I reversed our positions, so that she was standing in front of me, and I was sitting on the couch.

Outside, the storm clouds gathered around, shrouding Manhattan in a glittery sort of blackness. Then, suddenly, lightning cracked across the sky and thunder boomed. Thanksgiving was in two days, but instead of snow, we had wind and rain.

Typical weather. But I didn’t give a shit about the rain.

Only that it pitched the room into darkness, and I loved Ellie in black.

I licked my lips, watching the rise and fall of her chest.

“Show me how much you need me, Ellie. Let me see you, Lupina.” I growled.

Her eyes widened, and I knew her first instinct was to object. I undid the buttons of my shirt, pealed at the way her eyes danced over my skin as I revealed my body to her inch by inch.

Next was my buckle. I unfastened my pants, tugging them down my hips, and bringing my boxers with them.

Dick in hand, I watched my wife’s eyes widen. She licked her lips as I squeezed my balls and stroked my shaft.

“Take off your clothes and sit on my cock like a Good Wife.”