Page 98 of Shattered Queens: Veronica
“Your brat.”
He smiles. “Who. Do. You. Belong. To?”
“You. Only. You.”
He lifts one of my legs onto the couch. This angle is deeper. Yeah, there is no way he isn’t hurting himself. He grabs something from the table. I hear it hum to life. I didn’t realize he got a vibrator. He brings it to my clit. Fuck, it feels amazing. He fucks my ass hard and deep, and the vibrator teases my clit. My ass is on fire, and I feel the euphoria.
“Miles. Please. I need to.”
He turns up the vibration. “What’s that?”
“I need you to come inside me.” He loves to come inside me. He loves it even more when
I beg him to do it. And he does. The vibrator on my clit and the feeling of him coming inside me, it’s too much. My orgasm rips through me.
He discards the toy to the side and wraps his arms around me as I catch my breath. I turn and see his stomach is covered in blood and sweat. But he doesn’t seem to care. After a couple of moments, he takes my hand and leads me into the ensuite and turns on the shower.
“How are you?” he asks, holding my face between his hands. Examining me.
“Better,” I admit. “I needed that.”
“I know.” He places a kiss on my forehead. “Now, let’s get cleaned up before I call
Tomas. He’s going to be pissed about my wound. But it was worth it.”
He wasn’t wrong about that. Tomas makes a late-night house call. He doesn’t question what happened. He just restitches his best friend.
Miles
Chapter 45
I lie in bed next to my woman, my Cattleya, Mi Amor. The one who hated me with a passion, who now burns only for me. I remember the night I made a promise to protect her. The night that changed my life.
I lay Veronica on her bed. I’m livid. I could have been anyone. She won’t remember throwing herself at me. I turn and exit her room. I close the door and start to leave. I have to fly home to Colombia in a couple of hours.
“Camilo.” I turn to see Abigail Kayde standing against the wall. The epitome of elegance. She looks worried. “I need to talk to you.” I look around to check for Miguel, but he’s nowhere to be found. I walk in her direction. She looks past me to her daughter’s room. "I need your help.” She doesn’t hesitate to ask. “I need you to protect Veronica. I know she’s going through something, but she won’t come to me.” I’ve never seen this side of Abigail. I feel for her, but I can’t do what she’s asking. It’s a horrible idea, especially afterwhat just happened in the garden. “Let’s not pretend I don’t know what you do. I need your help protecting her, even if it’s from herself.”
I’m caught off guard. “She has her brothers, Miguel, the family.”
“Yes, and she expects them, but she will never see you coming. She will never suspect it’s you.”
I look back at the door I just closed, then to Abigail.
“Promise me, Camilo. Just like I promised your mother I’d protect you. Just like I protected you the night you killed your father.”
Shit.
I think back to the phone call I made that night. My mother always told me that if I needed help, to call Abigail Kayde, and she would always help me, and she did. Hours after I called her and confessed what I’d done to Papa, men showed up and carried his body away. I never saw it again. She called me and told me what to tell the authorities, and I did. I got the sense that it wasn’t the first time she’d done something like this. She’s always been my secret guardian. So I promise to protect her daughter. “She can never know it’s me.” I make her promise. “No matter what.”
That was the day I tied myself to Veronica.
Gabe knows what I did to Papa, but I omitted the role his mother played. I know I can trust him, just like he knows he can trust me. We cover each other’s sins. There is a darkness within that family. It’s a darkness that I see in Veronica.She’s chaos and self-destruction. It’s always been there.
I’ve learned that Abigail Kayde is not only a mother but a fierce protector. This isn’t the first time she’s used me to protect her children. She had me dig into Mila, an engagement business deal that Ian needed to get out of, and he did. He eventually found out it was due to his mother, but she never mentioned me, and I prefer it that way.
Veronica stirs and opens those big blue eyes of hers. This woman whose praise soothes my inner turmoil. Who I’d give my life for. “Move in with me?” I ask. She surprises me when she says yes. I thought she'd put up a fight. I guess she’s picking her battles or knows I’ll just tie her to my bed and keep her here.
“What about the apartment? And my babies?”
