The Salvation of Vengeance (Wanted Men #2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

hide the area of her recent discovery.
    Oh, my God!
    Her knees gave out, and she fell heavily onto the hard mattress, struggling more than she ever had before to keep her face free of expression. She’d found it! She’d really found it! Oh, God!
    Do not cry! Don’t you dare cry!
    “I’m sending you to this bullshit thing on your own. Your cab should be here in five.”
    She blinked stupidly and attempted to stop the flow of moisture from filling her eyes. Uh, had she just won some unknown lottery or something? Had she even heard him right? Sending her . . . on her own? In a cab . . . by herself ?
    “I don’t understand.” What was the joke?
    Kevin zipped up his jeans, leaving the button undone, and put on the same wrinkled T-shirt he’d worn all day. Why would someone shower and then wear dirty clothes? Ugh. He was pale and had gained some weight over the past year. She hated to think that was because of the meals she’d cooked for him. She also hated to think that if he went outdoors more often and got some sun, and maybe grew out his hair, he’d be considered good-looking.
    “I’m meeting up with my cousin. Tonight was the only free time he had.”
    She tensed as he came over. He stood before her, roughly grabbing her chin to tilt her head back.
    Do not glare, Nika.
    “You go see that bitch say ‘I do.’ Then you come straight back here. You got me? No side trips, no fuckin’ around. Or I’ll make you real sorry, Niki.”
    He squeezed her jaw before letting go to trail his fingers down her throat to the neckline of her dress. Her skin shrank to nothing as he dipped inside to cup her breast, beneath her bra.
    “I’ll fill you in on the meeting when I get back. You better be here.”
    She swallowed repeatedly in an effort not to vomit at his touch. “Yes. Right back,” she promised. And for the first time ever, Nika looked forward to returning.

CHAPTER 3
    Seven fifteen.
    Vincente dropped his arm back to his side and once again stared out the French doors at the large pool out back, his usual perch. His ears continued to twitch as they listened for the doorbell.
    “Can I get you anything, Mr. Vincente?”
    He turned to see Samnang Oung, their Cambodian housekeeper, standing expectantly. The sweet old guy, along with a small loyal staff, had been taking care of him and the boys for years now. Ever since he, Alek, Maks, and Gabriel had bought the twelve-bedroom monstrosity in Old Westbury that he stood inside now.
    “Nah. I’m just waiting on the guests, Sammy. Thanks.”
    Samnang nodded his perfectly round head and moved his skinny body over to begin lighting what had to be a hundred candles, straightening the already-perfect flowers arranged all over the polished surfaces in the room. Vincente stepped away from the doors, eyes roaming, noting how the place had been overtaken by subtle feminine touches that included silky white cloths over every surface, the aforementioned flowers in crystal vases, and candles in sparkling silver holders. The effect? Strangely . . . beautiful.
    Fuck. He felt like a chick for noticing any of it.
    “Such happy occasions, weddings,” Samnang said. “Nothing better than new beginnings.”
    He grunted to let their caretaker know he’d heard him.
    “Miss Eva is very excited for her father’s arrival, and that of her friend. I hope the girl won’t be late. She is, after all, the maid of honor.”
    Yeah. He wanted to honor her all right.
    “Uh, Mr. Vincente?”
    He blinked as Samnang appeared next to him, his whole face crinkling in a smile.
    “Please. May I bring you a drink? To relax?”
    The man’s bony fingers removed the now-crushed tablecloth that had laid so perfectly over the pool table from Vincente’s clenched fists.
    Shit. He was wired. “No, thanks. Uh, sorry.”
    Samnang flitted off, coming back seconds later with a handheld steamer, which worked wonders on the wrinkles Vincente had caused.
    He pulled at his collar again. The expensive black