Page 67 of Unbreakable Thread

“That I…” Dammit, I lose my ability to think when she’s this close. For a second, it was just us and the mess we’d made and the fact that neither of us had moved to leave.

My phone has been vibrating in my pocket for the last five minutes. Mierda. Why does everyone have to call when I’m with her? I check to see who it is. It’s Xander.

A heavy sigh exhales from her. “Just answer it.”

This better be important. “Hello,” I growl. Sol has already turned and begins walking toward her car.

“Max, Leo is fighting in the Underground.” Fuck. “He fought once. I had just walked in and saw him in the ring. He agreed to another fight.” You can hear the crowds of people cheering.

“Get Leo out of there!” I shout.

Sol stops and twists to face me. She takes the number of steps to be in front of me.

“I tried, but Daniel won’t allow it. You know how the rules go,” Xander says, his voice panicked. “I even told him I’d take the fight.”

“What was he thinking?” I know now why he quit. He thought the news article was true. I admire his loyalty to my girl. Leo was probably looking for ways to make money. “Don’t let him get in that ring until I get there,” I demand, then end the call.

“What happened?” Sol’s eyes fill with moisture.

“Leo got himself into some trouble.” I glance over my shoulder at my car. Fuck. “I need to go to the warehouse.” But first, I need her to know the truth. Her hand bleeds in a thin crimson line. I fish a napkin from my pocket and dab at the wound. A hiss escapes her lips. Between the torn edges of skin, something glints—a sliver of glass. I press the flesh between thumb and forefinger, extracting the glass with a gentle tug.

“Thank you.” Her voice is soft.

My hand gently goes to her nape, and with a tug, I bring her close to me. “Before I go, I need you to know those articles were fake news.” I pause. “I didn’t even know about it until Xander told me—that, and the social media posts. I didn’t put them there; my manager did. Believe me, they heard a mouthful of what I had to say, and they took it down. I don’t have much time. I need to get to Leo. We need to sit and talk about it.”

“When you have time.”

I wince. I know I’m always busy, and this other career has been difficult to maneuver. It’s hard to balance it all when I’ve never had much in my life.

“I’ll find time.”

“What about tonight? You were with her.” The streetlights dance in her eyes.

“Baby, no one holds a candle to you.” She looks away. “I’ve told you before, I’m not attracted to her. Carlos had planned a dinner. I waited, then left when I figured they weren’t going to show.” I move my hand from her nape to her face and caress her lips.

She looks over my shoulder at my car, and her lips go into a straight line. “You can use my car. I’ll get an Uber.”

I laugh. What a night. “First, do you believe me?”

“I think so…”

“Okay, you think so. Have I not made myself clear that you are mine?”

She sighs. “We can talk soon. Get to Leo and take my car.”

“No, I can drive mine. I have a blanket in the trunk I use when I work on it. I can drape it over the seat. Tesoro, do me a favor and get your ass home. No more being disruptive. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I’m pissed you messed up my car, but I care too much about you to let the anger fuel me.”

She nods. “Yeah, it’s best I get home. I’ll drop a check for you in the office to pay for your windows.”

I step back. “Oh, baby, you’ll pay for it. No doubt about that, but not with money. In other ways.” I lick my lips. “On your knees would be ideal.” I cock my head. “Or maybe the next time I’m inside you, I’ll have you beg for a release.”

She scoffs, but her eyes twinkle. “There might never be a next time.”

My lips drag upward. “Eres mía, Sol. Para siempre.”

You’re mine forever, I say to her, and she just peers into my gaze. Then she averts it to my car. She makes a face of guilt now that she knows the truth. In all sincerity, I prefer this raw emotion to the emptiness I saw in her before. When she loses control like this, it only confirms what I already know—she loves me as fiercely as I love her. As I once told her, we are cut from the same cloth. She’s just as unhinged as I am. Possessive. Capable of smashing windows over something she saw in a newspaper. I couldn’t love her more for it.

“I need to get going. Get your ass home. Yeah?”