Page 61 of Deadly Sins

I ate my meal at the table, and Mia picked at her salad on the sofa.

This was a fucking nightmare. I had the hottest woman—who happened to be the love of my life—alone in my place, yet I refused to fuck her. I couldn’t stand to be in the same house as her. I had to treat this as a mission—a mission to find out what happened to her baby.

“Where’s your car?”

“I had it towed to shop. I get it fixed and get it back soon.”

She had an answer for everything. I studied her face, which now seemed less angelic and slightly sinister, her blonde hair wild and sexy.

From here on out, I would step up my game. Finding out what had happened to Mia’s child was my first priority, then I’d get to the bottom of Joaquín’s murder case, though if Julián was Mia’s kid, or even possibly Joaquín and Tiffany’s kid, then the man definitely had a motive. And I didn’t have any other leads. I’d laid low, listening, trying to cull some intelligence. So far, I had nothing, other than a few rumors Joaquín was involved in some underground drug ring. But I’d never seen him touch drugs, not once. Mitch dabbled, a few of the other guys got high, but not Joaquín.

I was scarfing down my burger when my cell phone rang. I glanced down, assuming it was one of my Team guys calling me into work, but the number was unknown.

I picked up the phone. “Hello?”

A woman’s voice played on a recording. “You are receiving a call from—”

“Joaquín Cruz,” my buddy’s voice said.

“—an inmate at the San Diego County Jail. Press one to accept this call and two to decline.”

My finger scrambled to press one. “Hey man, you okay?”

“Yup.” Joaquín’s voice seemed weak. “Hey, I need you to come visit me this week. It’s urgent. I’ll have my lawyer set it up.”

Had I been right about him noticing Mia’s bracelet? “Of course, bro. I’ll give him a call tomorrow.”

“One more thing. Can you bring that fox you were with? I need some eye candy.”

I was certain Joaquín knew Ksenya was Mia. But he was probably protecting her from me, unsure if I knew about her scam.

I glanced over at Mia, curled in a ball with Hero on the sofa. “You bet.”

No matter how hard I fought to stay away from her, somehow, we always wound up back together.