Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Nick
I wasn’t certain what to expect when it came to Liliana and intimacy. I don’t just mean sex. She’d been through a difficult time with Uncle Gerardo. While I didn’t know all the details, I could imagine, and doing so made me wish I’d been present when el Patrón carried out his sentence.
Her honesty was refreshing. She surprised me at every turn.
The morning after our wedding, we showered together, cleaning and touching one another. Heavy steam hung in the air. With her hands splayed as she faced the tile, she peered at me over her shoulder. “Talk to me, Nick. Keep reminding me it’s you.”
My cock hardened at her plea. “You’re fucking amazing, Liliana.
” Scooping her wet hair, I peppered her neck with kisses before slipping my cock inside her.
Her warm pussy clamped around me like a vise.
I continued whispering in her ear, reminding her she was now mine, loved, and cherished.
I pumped and thrust until her body tensed and her voice echoed throughout the bathroom.
Later, with Liliana wearing only a robe and me in my boxers, we sat on the balcony.
Overlooking the city, we drank coffee and talked.
I’d never seen a woman as self-assured, absolutely stunning with her wet hair and no makeup.
When she’d move, her robe would gape open just enough to offer me a peek of her pert breasts, deep-red areolas, and tight nipples.
Throughout the day and night, we christened our home in a way we wouldn’t be able to do once a new bodyguard moved in with us.
Nothing was off-limits from the kitchen counter to the dining room table, and over the arm of the sofa.
No matter the location, or whether our eyes stayed locked on one another, I continued to speak, to reassure her that this was real.
After the sofa, I smacked her round ass, just to see my handprint. Liliana only craned her neck and smiled. “Am I being naughty? Is sex on the couch against your rules?”
“No, tesoro. I just wanted to see my handprint on your sexy ass.”
Finally, Monday morning, we ventured out. I drove my wife to the apartments, walking her inside. Celeste and Reina were awaiting her arrival.
“Look at her smile,” Celeste said. She winked at me. “You must be doing something right.”
I hardened my expression. “I’m still your lieutenant.”
“Sí, Lieutenant Ruiz.”
My smile returned as I kissed Liliana. “I’m sending Diego here today. If you need to go anywhere, he’ll drive you.”
The most beautiful shade of pink filled her cheeks. “I guess we forgot to discuss the whole new bodyguard thing.”
“Sí, we used our time together doing and saying more important things.” I leaned down, giving her one more kiss. “Love you.”
“I love you, too.”
As soon as I was back in the car, I called Em and asked him to catch me up on all things Roríguez cartel.
He said he’d call me back as soon as he dropped Isabella off at the apartments.
I took a longer route to el Patrón’s, wanting to put some eyes on the street.
Taking two days off was something I’d never before done.
I wanted to be sure I knew what was happening when I walked into Jano’s office.
Traffic was unsurprisingly heavy near the shipyard.
I drove south to the warehouse. There were few cars parked within the large structure.
Climbing the steps, I went inside. A few falcons were present—the men that were the eyes and ears on the street.
I took their reports, learning the streets over the last few nights were typical weekend incidents.
A few gang fights, a couple shootings, and an incident with masked law enforcement. All of our men were accounted for.
I was heading back to my car when Em called.
“Hola,” I said as I answered.
“I saw Liliana when I dropped Isabella off. She seems happy.”
A smile curled my lips. That’s what I wanted, for her to be happy in a way others saw her happiness. “What have I missed over the last few days?”
Getting in my car, Em’s voice played through the speakers. “Cabez?n’s been quiet. Too quiet. Your father oversaw Wanderland while you were on your honeymoon. He has security footage of two men he believes are with Cabez?n.”
“How the fuck did they get in Wanderland?”
“Rei’s going through the footage. We’ll find out what bouncer they got past.”
And then we’ll bring him in the office for questioning. “I stopped by the warehouse,” I said, “and talked to some of our falcons. The usual shit is happening on the streets, but nothing that stands out.”
“There’s something else,” Em said. “I should probably let Jano tell you, but damn, I think you should know.”
“Qué pasó?”