Mine to Have (Mine #5)(57)
Author: Cynthia Eden

“She worked with Gary,” Luther bit out. “He trained her—”

Sonofabitch—that was what he’d feared. What he’d feared, but the Brass at the FBI had cleared her despite his protests. “She killed Gary.”

Luther’s eyelids flickered.

Well, well… “You paid her for that, didn’t you?”  The Feds were already searching for off-shore accounts that could be tied back to her.  Accounts they must have missed the first time around.

“Gary disappointed me,” Luther said, his voice eerily calm. “I hired him for a job, and, even after all this time, he didn’t finish it.”

“Yeah, well, be glad, or your daughter would be dead.” Did the psychopath even care? Probably not. He wasn’t capable of caring, he wasn’t—

“Assassins always work for the highest bidder…Agent Adams must have gotten a higher offer from Hugh. He would have known that I spoke to her here.”  Luther’s head tilted to the right. “Just as others will know that I spoke to you today.”

But there was one big difference. “I’m not on the take for you.” He didn’t like the shit the guy was implying.

“Aren’t you?” Luther taunted.

The bastard wasn’t going to budge.  If he didn’t cancel that hit, then Elizabeth and Saxon would be looking over their shoulders for the rest of their lives.

I’m wasting my time with him. “Tracy Adams was screwing you over from the get-go. She was involved—intimately—with Hugh Rowe. I’m betting she’s the one who led him to Zoe. Then, she convinced you to actually pay her to kill Elizabeth, even though she knew the woman was your daughter. She played you, through and through, and you never even realized it.” Victor strode toward the door.  “You’re a clueless bastard, and you’re going to die in this prison.”

“We’re not done!” Luther shouted.

Yeah, they were.

“Protect her…” A low whisper.

Victor glanced back.

The man’s eyes were blazing with emotion.  “Protect my Zoe. She’s the…the only good thing I had.”

“And Elizabeth? She’s good, too.” She’d fought like a tigress to save his brother. He’d never forget the sight of her, swinging that crowbar like a bat.

Luther’s breath heaved out. “Don’t ever tell anyone about Elizabeth, got it?  Not a single damn word. Because you think you’ve cleaned house at the FBI?” Luther laughed. “Not even close.”

He’s calling off the hit.

“Protect Zoe,” Luther said as he held Victor’s gaze.  “Because my enemies won’t stop—they know about her. And they can’t ever know about Elizabeth.”

An image of Zoe flashed in his mind. I’ll do anything…

“What will you give me if I do?” Victor asked.

And in that moment, he knew that he had Luther Bates. He had the most powerful criminal in the East Coast under his control. Because Luther promised, “Anything.”

Like father…

Chapter Seventeen

Three weeks later, the winery was full of well-dressed men and women. Men who cut through the room in their tuxes and women who shined in their top-end dresses. A band was playing, their music filling the room.

It was the official opening, and the Laurent Winery was making a splash.

Elizabeth’s gaze drifted around the room. This was their big night.  Everyone was sampling the wine and having a fantastic time.

So where is Saxon? It was his party, and the man needed to show up soon.

She smiled at a businessman.  There weren’t any reporters at this event—she’d made sure of that. Saxon was going to be the reclusive owner of the winery—a guy who seldom, if ever, gave interviews.

Because his past needs to stay buried.

As for her own past, Victor had told her that she was safe, that the hit had been canceled.

I’m free.

Only she hadn’t returned to Miami once she’d gotten the news. She’d stayed at home, with Saxon. Their new home.

Her gaze swept the crowd once more.  When she didn’t see Saxon, she slipped through the crush and made her way to his office. The door was shut, but she knocked lightly, then went inside.

He was there, with his back to her, staring out that big window and looking into the night. His shoulders were so stiff and tense that she hesitated, worried that something had happened.  “Saxon?”

If possible, his shoulders seemed to tense even more. Worried now, she quickly made her way to him. As she approached, he turned toward her, and Elizabeth sucked in a sharp breath. The man was killer hot in that tux.  Like danger wrapped up in a sexy package.

Temptation.

But his tense expression had her heart racing with worry.

“Wh-what’s wrong?” Elizabeth asked him. 

His hands were shoved into his pockets. “It’s a big night.” His voice was the deep, rumbling growl that she loved.     

She flashed him a smile. “It’s your night. You should be out there, enjoying it.”

His gaze slid to the door, then back to her. He shook his head. “Why go out there? Everything I want is right in front of me.” He reached for her hands and pulled her closer. “Right here.”

Sometimes when Saxon looked at her, she could actually see the love in his eyes.  She wondered why she hadn’t seen it sooner. Maybe she’d been afraid to look too deeply into his dark gaze.

He gave her a small smile. One that was oddly hesitant. Then he bent down in front of her. Her heart seemed to jump straight into her throat. “Saxon?”

He pulled his right hand out of his pocket. That hand held a ring. A beautiful diamond that glinted up at her.

“I love you.”

She would never get tired of hearing him say those words.

“Will you marry me?”

She couldn’t speak.  

Fear flashed across his face. “I-I know I’ve got a shady past, that I’m not always the…the easiest of lovers, but, sweetheart—”

She took the ring from him.  Put it on her finger. It fit her perfectly, just the way that he did.  “Yes.”

“You’ll marry me?”

Elizabeth stared into his eyes. “You’re not the easiest of lovers, you’re the best of lovers.” He’d sure ruined her for anyone else.  “And I plan to spend the rest of my life with you.”