Chapter 58

She looked at him with earnest eyes. “After you, I didn’t want anyone else.”

Damn it. This woman was perfect. He had to yank on his mental leash to resist kissing her. If he didn’t, he’d only end up inside her again. And he still had a whole lot of explaining to do.

“I don’t want anyone else, either. Just you. I want to live with you and raise our baby with you. But I’ve got to deal with Montilla so you two”—he slid a hand over her belly—“can be safe.”

“What do you mean ‘deal with’?”

“Kill him.”

Her eyes went soft and wide with terror. “No! You can’t.”

“I don’t have a choice. It’s my job. But I’m not going to lie; I’ll relish snuffing this son of a bitch. No one threatens what’s mine and lives.”

“Can’t someone else bring him to justice? The Mexican police, the DEA, the—”

“No.” He hated to burst her naive bubble, but justice had nothing to do with this now. It was personal. And it would be a fight to the death. “He threatened me. He’ll