Chapter 46
Chapter
Forty-Six
Alejandro
Irisk a sideways glance at Alana as we drive along the coast. It’s a risk, but not because I should keep my eyes on the road.
Seeing that mark on her face makes me want to turn this car around, find Blake Fielding, and smash every bone in his body.
The redness under her eye is turning purple, and I swallow down the violent rage that feels like it’s all the way up in my throat.
It’s made no less bearable at my annoyance that my wife was reckless enough to put herself in danger like that.
I don’t know the full story yet, and I’ll wait until we get to where we’re headed before I get the truth from her.
I’ve been a man on the edge from the second the hotel receptionist interrupted my meeting to tell me my wife was on the phone.
I didn’t believe it could be her at first. Why wouldn’t she just call my cell?
But I couldn’t risk ignoring it. As soon as I heard her voice, I knew something was very fucking wrong.
I left the hotel without a second thought, leaving Jax to finish my meeting for me.
Fueled by desperation and fear, I could think of nothing but getting to her and making sure she was okay.
The terror that someone hurt her because of me warred with my anger that someone dared to lay a finger on her.
I was ready to kill someone with my bare hands.
Then I walked into that diner and saw her sitting there, hurt and alone, nursing a cup of coffee, and the wave of relief that washed over me almost knocked me on my ass.
I was so fucking angry with her. Am so fucking angry with her.
But the long drive has allowed me to come to grips with the fact that my lifestyle is an adjustment for anyone.
She gave up her whole life and her identity to marry me.
While it didn’t bother me at the time, it does now.
This woman has captured my heart, and I can’t do a thing to get it back.
In fact, I don’t want to. If she’s unhappy, then it’s my responsibility to fix it.
Marrying me was a sacrifice she made for her father and had nothing to do with me. Still, her loyalty to the people she loves endears her to me in so many ways. Her father is undeserving of her loyalty and her love, but she gives both freely anyway.
I don’t deserve her love, but I feel it regardless.
So I intend to be the husband—and give her the life—that she deserves. If only for a couple of days.