Page 34 of Protecting His Brat
“Are you sure you want to know. It wasn’t pretty.”
“I need to know.” Warmth and the scent of spiced cologne press into my back. Scott. Of course, he would know I needed his strength right now. Even without words. He places his hands on my hips and gives a little squeeze.
“He was shot execution style. Twice in the heart, once in the back of the head.” The information is given dispassionately. No emotion behind the words that should rate at least a little distaste. “It happened in the apartment he kept there. We believe it was a revenge killing. There has been a rash of suspected traffickers killed over the past few months.”
Something settles inside me. A piece of my soul that I never acknowledged still felt restless at having Frank Falluci out in the world torturing young women. “Good. Thank you for letting me know.”
With no more pleasantries to exchange, Agent Templeton and I give an awkward goodbye and hang up.
“He’s gone?” Scott’s deep voice soothes my frayed nerves, and I lean back into his chest.
Nodding, I crane my head around to look in his soulful eyes. “It’s strange, because I try so hard to not think about him, but I feel relieved knowing he’s not in the world anymore.”
“Not strange at all baby.” He kisses my forehead and then my lips. “Come sit with us. With your family.”
“Okay.”
Taking my hand, Scott leads me into the living room and sits me on his lap. He’s perfected the art of playing the guitar while I perch between his thighs.
“Mommy, promise not to sing.” Iliana gives me her serious face, which I always struggle not to laugh at because she looks so much like me.
“Is not nice to talks to mommy like that lil’ Ana.” Tucker, the oldest of our almost four year old twins, scolds his sister. Then in a whisper that literally the entire block should be able to hear continues, “But you nots a good singer mama.”
“I know, baby. Don’t worry. I’ll just listen.”
And I do. I sit back, close my eyes, and listen to the beat of my soulmate's heart while he sings with our children. And I thank Gucci once again that I ended up in an alley in need of rescuing all those years ago. Because if I hadn’t gone through all that, I wouldn’t have ended up here.
And this is where I want to be for the rest of my days.
The End