Page 187 of Damián

Fernanda leans back against the counter, crossing her arms as she studies my face. “I’m happy for you, Damián. Seriously. You deserve the best.”

“He’s the best thing that’s happened to me.”

“Pretty sure it goes both ways.”

I grin. “You think?”

“I know.”

“Morning,” a groggy voice calls from the hallway entrance.

We both turn and see Oliver walking in. His hair is messier than usual, and he’s wearing one of my oversized black t-shirts that hangs halfway down his thighs. Which, for some reason, he’s been rejecting any of my white shirts lately, so I’ve started buying extra black ones just so he can wear them.

“Do you have an extra cup of coffee?” he asks.

Fernanda pours a third mug and slides it across the counter toward him. “Here you go, Sleeping Beauty. How is the arm feeling this morning? Any localized throbbing or signs of inflammation?”

Oliver takes the mug. “The arm is great. Seriously, you have incredible hands.”

“Make sure to tell that to Tae—”

KNOCK! KNOCK!

We all freeze, our eyes darting toward the front door.

I set my mug down on the counter and lift my hand toward both of them.

“Stay here.” I sprint to the main entryway, retrieve a loaded Glock 19 from the hidden magnetic bracket beneath the entry bureau, and glance at the security monitoring screen…

Standing on the front step outside, wearing a dark hoodie, is Logan.

I store the gun back in its bracket and unlock the thick security door. Logan steps inside, and the second I catch a look at his face, I know whatever news he’s carrying is bad.

So fucking bad…

“What is it?”

“We need to move. Now.”

“Is everything okay?” Oliver asks, walking out of the kitchen with Fernanda right behind him.

Logan shifts his gaze. His gray eyes look directly at my boyfriend. “I’m so sorry, Oliver… Your father was found dead.”

Oliver’s face pales, his hands start to shake.

“What…? What happened?”

“Rafael killed him, and then declared he was taking your place.”

Oh, fuck…

CHAPTER 22

OLIVER

“Oh, my God…” I breathe, unable to look away. “Are you sure I can touch

this?”