Page 110 of Veiled Amor

“Relax, my man, I have no interest in sending your woman to prison, but I still need to know everything, even if that was her setting out lines of coke for his associates.”

Lucia chuckled at the bizarre conversation taking place. She caught Texas smiling at her too; he got the weirdness. It was only her gorgeous protector who was tense. She rubbed her hand along his back. “I did nothing like that. But here’s the thing, Mr. Hunt, when you’ve trained your daughter to be seen and not heard, what you don’t realize is, that daughter sees and hears everything. I hosted more criminals in my father’s estate than you’ve probably arrested. I heard a lot of things I shouldn’t have heard. And you know what?”

“What?” The man quirked a brow.

“I remember everything.”

For the following hour, between Capone and Lucia, they told Malachai Hunt everything they knew.

Lucia gave him names, dates, places, whole conversations, and deals, past and current. She gave him down to the hour when her father’s shipments came into the country, what warehouses he used to cut the drugs, where they were sent, and who his dealers were. Supplying names of people Nicholas Cole killed, either personally or had them killed by his say-so. She listed the names of other significant people who came through the estate. Some of them Malachai became very interested to know about. If he were lucky, he could catch a whole net of big fish. Her father’s network went far and wide across the world.

And Lucia had paid attention to it all while being his docile, sunbathing daughter.

Sitting back in his seat, Malachai drained the last of his coffee and pinned them both with a stare that looked gleeful. “Your father missed out on an asset like you, Lucia. He greatly underestimated who was under his roof.”

She was unsure if she should take it as a compliment.

“You realize, if he connects any of this to you two, you’ll be on the run forever.”

“That’s where you prove you’re a shit hot crooked cop,” Capone told him. The other man laughed. “Trust me, I know who to take this to, so Nicholas Cole can’t make it go away. He has friends in high places. So do I. And mine can’t be bought off, he doesn’t own every judge.”

Oh, god. She trembled, it was suddenly very real, and Capone cuddled her closer. “Okay,nena?” He asked in her ear. She nodded. “Still sure about this?”

“What other choice is there? Will he leave us alone?”

Capone’s straight face was answer enough.

Her father would never stop. Not unless they diverted his attention, and this seemed the only feasible way to do that.

A few minutes later, Capone walked her out to his Jeep after warning Texas not to let the cop snoop around his shop. He cupped her cheeks so softly. It almost brought tears to her eyes. “Tell me now it’s just you and me. Are you okay,amor?”

“I know this is the only way. But…”

“But he’s still your dad, the man you’ve been loyal to even when he didn’t deserve it.”

“Yeah,” she sighed, leaning her forehead into his chest. “I felt like I was betraying him. Which is stupid because he’s never been loyal to me.” When she glanced up, she found Capone frowning and she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. “You don’t have to worry about me. I know what I’m doing.”

“You’re my woman, I will always worry about you. Always try to make you happy. I got a lot of fucking time to make right.”

“We’re making it right together.”

He smiled.

“And I want to tell you everything tonight, is that okay? No secrets between us, Giancarlo.”

Frowning, Capone only nodded.

“Give me a good kiss, my serious man, so that I can go to lunch. We’re still meeting at the club in a while?”

“Sí. I’ll be there.”

That was perfect.

After he kissed and left her without air and his taste in her mouth, she warned him to try not to kill the cop; he smirked and told her no promises.

She loved how he stood on the sidewalk and watched her drive away until she was out of sight.

Her serious man was taking a lot on his shoulders. And as nervous as this made her, so many eventualities could play out where they landed in trouble, he wasn’t alone.