Page 21 of Crave

My mouth dropped open, and she gave me a small smile.

“Yes, we know who she is.”

“Mia is not involved. And I think you should know that we’re engaged now. So, you can stop yourself there. I’ve known her for years. Yes, she underwent this extreme makeover, but she did that because she loves Joaquín, not because they are in cahoots together.”

“Are you sure about that? How much do you trust her?”

If she had asked me that a month ago, I would have laughed in her face and said that I didn’t trust Mia at all. That had changed, though. I did trust Mia.

When Agent Pierce reached into a manila envelope and pulled out three black-and-white pictures, my eyes narrowed. My stomach lurched when they came into focus. One was Mia doing cocaine with Rafael. The next one was Mitch and Mia kissing as Rafael looked on, Mitch’s hand gripping her thigh. My throat burned, and I cringed at the sight of her straddled on his lap. And the last picture was of them sitting in Mitch’s truck—location tagged in Temecula. He had been the one who had given her a ride to Julián’s house. The pictures were date stamped three days ago. The day I’d found out that Julián was mine.

“While we were at the bar with Rafael, I had another agent set up surveillance at Rafael’s house. These pictures were taken the next day.”

Mia had gone behind my back even after she knew I knew who she really was. After we’d fucked. After we’d agreed that she would let me control the investigation. She’d done drugs . . . with Mitch. She’d kissed him.

Pathetically, I told myself that maybe she was still trying to get information about Joaquín, justifying her actions. But it didn’t matter. None of it did. She had promised that she wasn’t hiding anything else from me, yet irrefutable proof of her lies were spread out on the tabletop.

“You have my word.” My jaw clenched and I struggled with my anger.

I was going to fucking kill Mitch.