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“Security has a standing order if anything happens to whatever parent the kids are with, they are to be taken back to Colombia and await orders. She was willing to raise the children until they were old enough to go to boarding school. Her cancer diagnosis made it clear I needed to marry.”
I deflate. He’s going to be gone all the time? “Are we going to stay in Colombia or is there another city in the US where we can see you more than a handful of days in the month?”
The question seems to confuse him. “Your mother is in Colombia. I’ve looked into things. I can’t get her into the US for at least another year, perhaps two. Don’t you want to be near her?”
“You can get my mother into the US? Legally?” I can’t believe it. We had extremely expensive lawyers who were able to delay her deportation by over two years—it was the best they could do.
Crap, I missed what he first said. “Our man owes us. However, it’s best not to press for her citizenship until we can withhold what he needs. Between owing us and needing our money, it will make it easier and quicker for him to put it through.”
“Someone in the State Department? Wow, the Outfit has several Feds, but I don’t think anyone that high.”
He shrugs. “We are the largest exporter of cocaine in the world. You don’t get to be this big unless people want you to be. We have several people not only in the State Department, but in every major artery in both state and local governments.”
“What? Are you serious?” No freaking way.
I’ve managed to confuse him again. And the more I turn his words around in my head, I understand his confusion. His family has been in the cocaine business for more than thirty years. Not one whisper of drugs has been uttered in the same sentence as their coffee company. I thought they were powerful because of how big they were. Only now do I get they’re so big because they are so powerful.
“Why would I lie?”
I shake my head. “Sorry. I don’t think you’re lying it’s just… I’m overwhelmed finding out our government not only knows, but like…I don’t know… sanctions it, I guess.”
An eyebrow goes up. “The government used our soldiers to guard poppy fields for opium in Afghanistan. Have you not heard of the CIA involvement in the Contras? The CIA made sure the cocaine got into the US so they could take their cut. They weren’t the only ones though. We own more senators and congressman than the NRA. However, they aren’t where the real power lies, it’s the faceless and nameless who sign off on getting our product into US. Those people can’t get voted out, and there’s almost no oversight.”
We’re at the executive airport outside of Chicago.
When the driver opens my door my jaw sags at the sight of the jet. It’s fucking huge. “Is that a 747?”
“Yes, a 747-8 we have had for some time. Felix has our G7, and my father has our G8. Thomas advised against me using our Learjet for your things.” Completely missing my sarcasm slash shock.
Holy shit, they have multiple planes, not just one. They have a fleet of freaking airplanes. Richer than god. I get it now.
“He wasn’t sure how much room we would need for your things. I’m told everything was loaded easily without incident. If anything is broken, let me know, and I’ll have the men who moved everything killed.” His arm comes around my waist as he says the whole killing people thing.
I have no idea what takes over me as I press my hand to his beautiful mouth. “Will you please stop killing people for me? You’re going to give me a complex. No one is allowed to touch me. If they break my things, I probably packed poorly—”
He grabs my hand covering his mouth and tightens the arm around my waist as he lowers his head. Growling, he mutters, “I’m going to kill someone if I’m not inside you within the next five minutes.”
CHAPTER10
Nicolette
It’s not quite five minutes, but it’s pretty damn close. Manuel slams the door shut seconds after warning the flight attendant not to bother him unless the plane is going down.
I’m over his shoulder, one large hand on my ass, the other on my back. His hand inches up to my neck, snags the zipper, and yanks it down. The dress parts, and his hand finds the bare skin at the base of my back.
“Are you not wearing panties, sunshine?” I’m tossed on a massive king bed.
God, this man is so fucking sexy, he makes my entire body ache. Standing above me, he begins undressing, and I begin drooling. If he were airbrushed, I would believe it more than I believe he’s real. My fingers itch to touch him.
He’s gloriously naked. My core floods at the sight of how hard and thick he is. I shake my head, inching up the hem of my dress to show him.
I watch as he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth before slowly allowing it to slide out again, scraping it with his teeth. “I have the perfect slutty wife. So greedy for my cock, your pussy is weeping for it.”
The words are dirty, coarse, and every one of them true. If I couldn’t tell the happiness rolling off him in waves was new to him—I would wonder if it was real.
I don’t find his words offensive, I glory in them. The same way he gloried in my touching him. “I thought I’d save some time.” I open my eyes wide. “Do you like what you see?”
“You look good enough to eat.” With one step, he’s pressing against the edge of the bed, nudging my knees apart. “Do you like the dress?”
