Page 52 of Indecent Lies

“We all make mistakes, Capone. You’re not blameless in this life either, we’re all stained with our crimes. I’m sorry, get the fuck over it and let me live my life.”

And then he walked away, climbed into the cab of his truck and left Capone there with his own mind full of black fog.

Blameless.

It might have been the one word to save Texas from a beating and Capone’s swirling anger that lived inside him though not many saw how he masked it daily.

No one knew how angry Capone really was.

Or that he lived half of a life.

Because half of him was never here.

Straddling his bike, he started her up with a gentle purr. In this weather he should be driving his Jeep but he couldn’t face being closed in some days, he liked the wind on his face and the open air around him. So what if he froze.

And it was before he rode away that his phone pinged, he fished it out and saw the one name that always caused his veins to rush fast and hard with blood.

He ignored the rush of his cock too.

The steel pipe had no business getting hard for his sister in law.

But with each passing day, the feelings increased.

mi corazón.

His heart walloped as he swiped to open the message.

Lucia:Giancarlo, I think I’m in trouble. I know it’s not time, but will you call when you can?

It was Wednesday, he only ever called Lucia to check in each Friday and he both dreaded and was eager for it at the same time.

He knew now she was his eternal torment, meant to pay for his own crimes.

He revved the engine, intent on driving home to his apartment to call the love of his life who would never know the depths of his feelings because at one time she was married to his brother.

That was too much Telenovelas for him.

Burying that love in booze, women and violence had worked so far for him.

Blameless.

Yeah, Texas was right in that respect.

Capone himself was far from blameless for a lot of things.

The biggest one being coveting thy brothers wife before he was cold in his grave.

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Texas slammed into his truck and nearly took the door off its hinges.

Poppy blinked at the show of his temper, it blazed like an inferno almost heating the cab and before she could even say a word, to ask if he was okay, he plucked her out of her seat and dragged her across the console and into his lap.

So stunned, she didn’t even have a full breath in her lungs when he fisted both hands in her hair and rammed his lips against hers.

The sensual assault lasted no more than a minute of Texas licking and nibbling her lips open until they permitted him entry and then it was girl down because Poppy couldn’t think straight with the way he was wolfing her mouth and tongue with his.

He was an animal and she was the raw meat and he was getting his fill.