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“You will,princesa.Soon.” I let go of her throat like she was a hot stove I just touched with my bare hands. Fuck that got out of hand fast.

I dumped her onto her bed and rose, then backed away from her young, lush body. She whimpered from the loss of my body heat. I moved myself out of the room before temptation set in further. Before I closed the door, I looked over my shoulder, giving myself just one last glance.

My eyes locked with hers, and the heat lingering in her gaze made me want to turn around and stuff my cock deep inside her virgin cunt.

I couldn’t do that. Not yet. It was wrong. She was too innocent. It wasn’t time. She didn’t know.

The thought that Salma was aroused by me, her brother, gave me the best thrill of my life. I wasn’t sure why I was like this. I wanted her more than life. There would be no other men. No other marriages.

Salma Cortez was my woman. Who cared if she was freshly legal? Who gave one flying fuck if she thought we were related? Men in this life did worse for less. I would kill anyone who stood in my way. Even the man who called himself my father.

“Wait, Raul. Before you go. You should know something. You haven’t been around lately, but Papá is off his rocker. He’s been having meetings left and right with men I’ve never seen before.”

“What men?”

“I don’t know. I think Irish men?”

Fuck. I slammed the door closed and marched toward Bruno’s office.

Chapter Three

Salma

“Did you get your letter yet?” Emiko smirked over video chat. Her eyes were shining with her excitement.

“I didn’t. I was almost too late with my application, remember?” I sighed, exhausted.

I had secretly enrolled in a college in France. Papá had said I would be able to go to school wherever my husband was. My spouse would be a man of high rank in the Cartel, he assured. That was a big fat lie. It didn’t matter, though, because I had plans of my own.

“My letter came in the mail and I was able to grab it beforeOtosancaught me.” Emiko’s father was the head of The Yakuza and he wouldn’t allow her to go to college.

That’s why we had the idea that we would sneak away. We were going to get fake passports and get on an overnight flight to Paris. Maybe one with a ton of layovers so we could make sure we aren’t being followed through the airport. We just needed to get accepted to the school first.

“Did you get in?” I held my breath waiting for her answer. Out of the two of us, Emiko was brighter.

“Yes, I did!” she screeched into the phone.

I turned the volume down, her voice giving me a slight headache. For someone who comes from a family trained at a young age to be meek and quiet, Emiko sure could be loud when she wanted to.

“Congratulations, Emi. I know no one else will say this, but I’m really proud of you.” Her father would more likely smack her rather than tell her he was proud. Emiko, like me, wasn’t allowed to live her own life. We were meant to secure powerful alliances for our families. Then pop out babies, so those treaties stuck.

“Thank you, Sal. I love you.” She teared up.

My smile was watery as I responded, “I love you too.”

We beamed at each other. Our eyes were shining with relief that we now have a plan. Even if I didn’t get into the school with Emiko, I’d still go to Paris. I could get a job and work while she was in class. As long as we were far, far away from here where no one could tell us who we needed to be. That was all that mattered. That we could live our own lives.

A slow clapping sound drew my eyes to my bedroom doorway. “Brava princesa!”Raul walked slowly into my room. His eyes shot daggers at me. A piece of paper was clutched in his fist.

Shit.I saw the college logo on the header and felt my stomach drop. My mind raced with ways to spin this fiasco. I decided to go with ignorance.

“Emi, I’ll call you back.” I ended the call before she could say anything else. “What are you doing here?” I said in a measured tone, tossing my Smartphone aside as if nothing was wrong. I smiled sweetly.

He crept closer until he was looming over me. I sat on my bed and began to tremble. I told myself to not let him intimidate me, that to pull this off, I had to be cool. Anyway, he was the one out of line, opening my mail like he had the right.

But goddammit, why did he smell so damn good?

Raul looked down, and I knew he could see the tops of my breasts. It unnerved me, the heated look in his eyes. He licked his lips like he saw something he wanted to take a bite of. I felt my core quiver.