Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 122440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 612(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 612(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 408(@300wpm)
“I’m well aware. And I did try to do the right thing. I was determined to stay alive. But honestly, I didn’t feel threatened by him.”
“People rarely feel threatened by me, Harlow. I can assure you that is an asset to me and to him. Your brother is every bit as dangerous as Rainier.”
“Or you.”
He shrugged.
“I asked him how, after what happened to his mother, he could condone human trafficking. I understand that he was raised with all the other things, and more than likely, drug trafficking and arms dealing are second nature and don’t feel like crimes to him. But human trafficking? After what he saw his mother go through? That made no sense to me. It’s clear he loves her, that they’re very close, so I had a very hard time understanding.”
“What did he say?”
“I felt very brave asking the question, especially with Guadalupe in the room. He kind of shrugged. No expression; he just said he wasn’t in a position to make the policies. And then he added, yet. I took that to mean if he is the one to inherit when the reigning Delgotto dies, he will end human trafficking. That might be wishful thinking, but I’m going to hold on to that hope.”
“He’s right. He can’t go against the established rules. They would kill him. When he takes over, he’ll have a target on his back. He’s going to keep you and his mother as far from him as possible. You have to be okay with that, Harlow. It isn’t just for your protection, but his as well.”
She nodded. “He made me aware.”
“And you have to respect that decision.”
“I know. I don’t have to like it, but I’m aware of the risks to him and to us. Guadalupe is going to stay here. She’s made a life for herself here. He’ll always keep in touch with her, and I’ll be able to know what’s going on in his life through her.” She stated it, testing his reaction.
“We’ll just have to extend security to her as well. She may not like it, but if she’s going to be in your life, she’ll have to accept it.”
There was that tone. The one she knew she couldn’t argue with. “That’s reasonable.” Because it was.
“I need to tell you something important, Harlow,” Wilder said, turning completely toward her.
Something in his entire demeanor set her heart pounding. As serious as the talk was that she’d had with her brother, she could see this was equally as grim. She studied his face. Something was wrong, but whatever it was didn’t affect him too much. He was worried about her, about her reaction. Every time she just looked at Wilder, her heart accelerated and butterflies took wing in her stomach.
“Is it my parents? Was the senator finally arrested?” She wanted him to come out with it. She wanted justice for all the young girls he’d hurt, for Oliva Dunstin, the sixteen-year-old girl who had vanished without a trace. The fallout would be horrendous, but well worth it if the senator’s crimes came to light.
“This has nothing to do with your parents. News came in that tonight, sadly, Elliot Blom suffered a massive heart attack and died. It was unexpected. From what I understand, no one was aware he had heart issues. Zale is telling Vienna now. You’ll have to call her in the morning.”
Harlow could only stare at him. “A heart attack?” she repeated.
His expression didn’t change. “A terrible tragedy for our country.”
She wasn’t buying what he was selling. Rainier and Wilder were the masters of assassination as far as she was concerned. Blom was a threat to his own agents. He had been responsible for the deaths of several men who had served their country honorably. He’d attempted to have Wilder, Rainier and even Zale killed. There was no point in stating she didn’t believe the explanation of Blom’s death. She just leveled her gaze at him.
He gave her the briefest of grins, stood up and held out his hand. “Let’s go to bed, mon rêve; it’s been a long night for the both of us.”
Harlow took his hand and let him pull her into his arms. She fit. She would always fit with him.
Chapter Nineteen
Harlow opened her eyes and got a somewhat blurry vision of her man seated on the side of the bed in the early morning light, looking very concerned. She groaned and covered her face with her hands. “You have to stop doing this, Wilder. It’s been three days since the last middle-of-the-night chat, which, if you want to know the truth, wasn’t all that fun.”
Wilder brushed his hand down the side of her face in one of those gestures that felt intimate and loving. “I’m sorry, mon rêve, I know it sucks to be woken up from a sound sleep. You know I wouldn’t if it weren’t important.”