by Fox, Logan
Surprising, how the latter had always made him feel more on edge. He never slept well when he was in Darcy’s bed. He’d wake every half an hour, wondering if the sound he’d heard was Ronan making an unexpected visit to his wife’s bedroom.
On instinct, he headed for Ronan’s room to check in. He paused with his hand on the door knob, laughing softly at his knackered brain.
No, King wasn’t here. He’d never be here again.
That was something he had to deal with tomor—later today.
But first, rest.
And Darcy.
He had to see Darcy.
He couldn’t break the news to her until he’d slept.
But he knew it would be the best night’s sleep of his life.
Darcy’s bedroom door was slightly ajar. He hesitated and then strode forward as the hair on the back of his neck all rose at once.
He wanted to open the drapes, but that made little sense when he was standing within arm’s reach of the light switch.
No… what didn’t make sense was his hesitation to turn on the lights.
Owen rocked on his heels, his legs threatening to give way.
No orchids in this room. That had been Ronan’s thing — the orchids. Fuck knew why.
Usually, Darcy’s room smelled of fresh linen, or roses, or her perfume. Sometimes she’d even spray it on her pillows before he came to her.
Had Ronan ever smelled his wife’s perfume on Owen?
The thought grew teeth and claws and scoured its way down his back.
This room stank of death.
That was why he didn’t want to turn on the light.
Owen leaned to the side and took off one shoe, then the other. His socks came off next. He dropped his suit jacket on the floor as he wobbled forward.
His eyes had adjusted enough to the lack of light that he made out the square of the bed.
Sleep.
That’s all he’d need. A few hours of rest, and he could tackle anything.
As his knees bumped against the side of the bed, his toes sank into wet carpet fibers.
He wouldn’t turn on an alarm. This time, he would sleep until he’d had all the rest his body wanted.
When he put his hand on the side of the bed, wetness coated his fingertips. He tried to draw back the sheet, but something heavy lay on it.
He shouldn’t wake Darcy. She needed her sleep too. Her and the babe.
His baby, not Ronan’s. There’d been nothing wrong with Darcy — it was Ronan who’d been infertile.
Darcy slept, his child safe inside her womb. Only…Darcy would never wake again, would she?
And neither would his unborn baby.
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Glossary
Puta Madre - Motherfucker/motherfuck
Que - What
Plata o Plomo - Silver or Lead
El Calacas Vivo - The Living Skeletons
La Sombra - The Shadow
El Guapo - The Handsome
El Lobo - The Wolf
Hola - Hello
Jefe - Boss
Sicario - Hitman
Halcon - Falcon (cartel's eyes and ears)
Mi reinita - my little queen
Dios mio - my god
Por favor - Please
cabrón - friend
Lo promito - Sorry
¡Chúpame la pija! - Suck my cock
Vato - friend
Mi corazón - my heart
Chica - girl
Princesa - princess
Tío - uncle
Día de los Muertos - Day of the Dead
Santa Muerte - Death Saint
La Flaca - the Skinny Lady (nickname for Santa Muerte)
Beun provecho - Eat
Hijo de puta - son of a bitch
Lugartenientes - Lieutenants, usually right-hand of the capo
Capo - cartel leader
¡Come mierda y muere! - east shit and die
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L. D. Fox writes deliciously dark and twisted stories for people that, like her, enjoy reading it.
Having grown up on names like Graham Masterton, Dean Koontz, James Herbert, Stephen King, Robert Jordan, and Terry Pratchett, her stories are an eclectic mix of the sadistically twisted, the epic, and the darkly comedic. She strives to create characters that are as immersive as the worlds she raises around them. Expect more than your average amount of plot twists, superb dialog, characters you'll either love or loathe, and a book hangover that's guaranteed to last at least few days, if not longer. She doesn't hold any punches - nor should she, for that's what she expects in the books she reads and what she offers to her readers in return.
She hails from the four-seasons-in-a-day suburb of Johannesburg, South Africa. She's so busy writing she doesn't have time for much else except the occasional indulgent Netflix binge. She loves hearing from readers, so don't be why to contact her and tell her what you thought of her writing.