Page 75 of El Malo
Epilogue
Javier
Three years later…
“Marco Antonio says the last of the hotels have gone into contract to sell,” Arturo tells me. “It is done.”
I lean back in my desk chair and kick my feet up on my desk. Sucking in on my candy apple little cigar, I raise an eyebrow in question before letting out a plume of smoke. “Done, huh?”
“Sí, jefe.”
Arturo’s gaze drifts to the window where Tania and Rosa sit in the shallow end of our new pool. Both pregnant. Both happy. We’ve only lived in Puerto Vallarta for a year now, but we love it. It’s clean and gorgeous. There are even some cliffs worth diving from much to my father’s horror.
My father is dancing with Emiliano. The kid is always laughing and playing. Our little María Elena adores her uncle, who is only four years older than her. In her cute little yellow bikini, she wiggles her butt. Her loud giggles can be heard through the glass. God, she’s so cute.
“Bring home our boys,” I tell Arturo as I stand and snuff out my cigar in an ashtray. He rises and gives me a nod before disappearing to make the call to Marco Antonio and Alejandro.
I quickly stride into my bedroom and change into my trunks. By the time I step outside, Father has María Elena in his arms and she squeals as he spins her around. With my daughter distracted by her grandfather, I dive into the deep end of the pool and swim toward my target.
The sexy Sra. Javier Estrada.
Her belly is big beneath the water. Full with my child. A son this time. Our daughter kept asking the sex, so we found out for her. She’s thrilled to have a little brother.
My wife doesn’t startle when I wrap my arms around her. She likes danger. I grope her tits for a minute before I surface behind her.
“Hey, handsome,” she greets, a smile in her voice.
“Hello, beautiful.”
She relaxes against me and I rest my chin on her head. My thoughts drift to the night when she told me she was pregnant with María Elena.
“I took a test last week and another to be sure this morning, but, Javi, we’re going to have a baby,” she tells me, her smile widening.
I toss the test and the cigar to the floor before grabbing her hips, yanking her to me. My lips crash to hers and I kiss her until she’s moaning against my mouth. Gripping her by the ass, I lift her and walk her to the very wall I intend on fucking her against. Except when I make it there, I don’t move. Simply press her back to the wall and stare at her.
“¿Voy a ser papá?” I will be a daddy?
She nods, tears welling in her eyes. “Sí.”
I maul her, eager to show her just how happy I am when she palms my scruffy cheeks. Her eyes are sad and serious. “You don’t doubt my love do you?”
“Nunca más.” Never again.
“Bien.” Good.
She pulls me closer so her lips brush against my ear. I’m drunk on her news, but her whispered words sober me up.
“I’m tired of lying.”
“Lying?” I growl.
She clings to me. “Just listen, Estrada. Don’t talk. Listen.”
Fuck, she’s fierce. My sweet Rosa.
“I’m not who you think I am,” she admits. “My real name is Rosa Daza.”
I pin her with a severe glare. Her walls are down. She’s finally letting me in. I fucking told Arturo and Marco Antonio to give her time. Rosa is strong and fearless. Braver than most men. Plus, she loves danger. And what her lips are letting slip out are very dangerous words.