Mia's Return by Tracy Cooper-Posey Read Free Book Online

can’t. So if
you’ll have me, if you’re willing to take the risk, we’re going to
have to run and risk Juan’s and the commission’s vengeance, but at
least we’ll risk it together.”
    “If you’re marrying me, it will mollify
Juan.”
    “That’s not why I’m doing it,” Alex
said sharply. “Don’t ever think that.”
    “I know.” She kissed him. “When will
you be back?”
    “You’ll do it?”
    “Yes.”
    He took a deep breath, a smile forming.
He got to his feet and started to dress, retrieving his clothes
from across the trailer, and as he dressed he laid out a plan for
their escape to Mexico starting at two a.m. that night. Mia added
details as he spoke. By the time he was dressed, the plan was
complete and he dropped to his knees in front of her and kissed her
one last time.
    “I came here to say goodbye,” he told
her. “I felt wretched. You’ve turned my day, my life, around. Thank
you.”
    Almost floating, Mia hurried to clean
away any evidence of their afternoon tryst before her mother
returned. Then she started dinner for the family while slowly
putting into place her part of their escape plans.
    But Alexander didn’t arrive that night
as planned, nor did he return the calls she made the next day, at
any of the numbers she had for him.
    It hurt but that was nothing compared
to the pain she felt two days later when Juan came home rolling
drunk, to tell her Alexander had been killed by the gang
commission. A single shot to the back of the head. Payback for
transgressions and a warning to others not to fuck with them as he
had.
* * * * *
    Mia wiped the tears from her eyes and
looked around the marbled foyer. Her glimpse of Alexander in the
elevator had been shocking, not least of all because she had
thought him dead and buried these last ten years. That could be
explained a couple of ways, though explanations would have to
wait.
    She had stared at him across the
elevator car and despite ten years, her lust and arousal had
bloomed as hot and hard as ever. That was truly scary, for she
hadn’t felt as much as a stirring of desire for a man since
Alexander’s death.
    The irony was hysterical, to her mind.
Most men trailed after her with their tongues dragging in the dirt.
They found her Latino looks, her hourglass figure and her love of
sensual fashion an almost irresistible combination. She constantly
had to fight off not just expressions of interest but physically
insistent men who couldn’t take “no” for an answer and thought they
could force the issue.
    Since Alexander, she’d had sex with two
men who friends of hers had rated as superb in bed. The sex had
been successful for the men. She had been pretty much unmoved.
Neither man had noticed.
    Then there was the fact that Alexander
hadn’t aged at all. He had been in his mid–thirties, she guessed,
when she had known him in San Diego. That put him in his
mid-forties now. He should at least be graying around the temples.
Even with the most effective and expensive cosmetic procedures
available today, there was always evidence and signs and she knew
them all. She had been standing very close and had looked for them,
right at the end when her brain had finally begun to work despite
her body’s overwhelming lust. Alexander had the skin of a thirty
year old and there was no cosmetic procedure in the world that
could achieve that.
    What had happened to him?
    She straightened up from the wall. She
had to find him. She couldn’t allow him to walk away from her
again. He may have temporarily dodged her but her resources were
far more complex and her skills honed now. She also knew from what
floor he had stepped onto the elevator.

Chapter Two
    Diego was a crack shot and known for his
pair of pistols which he could fire simultaneously, one in each
hand, and hit a one-inch target from one hundred feet away.
However, for inner city work, the sound of gunfire brought police,
so he used twin knives instead, happily beheading vampeen with