The Inspector Walter Darriteau Murder Mysteries - Books 1-4 by David Carter (best finance books of all time .txt) 📕

“I was thinking we should have two kids, a boy and a girl,” she says, a smile brightening her expression. A look I want to see on her forever.

“Oh?” I tip my head to the side as I regard her. “You do realize you can’t order them like that. Life has funny ways of not giving you what you want.”

“Did you want me?”

I think about how to word this, so she understands. “No. I didn’t want you, I needed you. Life didn’t give me what I wanted, which was a life alone, with a woman who just had to give me heirs. Instead, it gave me a woman I truly love who will bear my children and give me a family. Something I never realized I wanted.”

This time, Scarlett’s smile is so bright I’m blinded by her beauty. “Well, aren’t you just a poetic man when you need to be. A romantic if ever I saw one.” She taps my nose as she teases me, and her ass hits the desk before she can say anything more.

“I’ll show you romantic,” I growl, lowering my mouth to her neck, suckling on the silky flesh, biting down hard. I’ll leave a mark, and that makes me smile against her throat.

“Lycan—”

“Since you want two, I think we should start practicing now.” My hands are already at her thighs as I say this, and I’m about to teach my wife what happens when she wants romance.

32

Darius

One month later

Time is of the essence.

Since walking out of the Shaw manor, leaving Crimson Falls, I’ve settled into a newfound life. Yes, I’m still a biker. I still run the MC, but the anger that had plagued me for so long is gone. I talk to my brother almost every day and we’ve come to an agreement that if he needs men on his side, the club will be there.

With Kahn heading off soon to find Lorenzo, the bastard who took his sister, I promised I’d help. They had a decoy in Hawaii, thinking he was there, but it was nothing more than a ruse. Nothing angers me more than what happens in the underground. What people don’t see is the filth that infiltrates cities, walking amongst them. And generally, they’re dressed in designer suits.

I click on the email from Alex confirming the location of the bastard we’re looking for. He’s flown out of JFK and will be landing in Italy soon. When Kahn told me about this job, I asked him to let me help. And my blood is already at boiling point after reading the case files.

I don’t take shit from most people. But when I see criminals getting away with the vile acts that they do, it only spurs me on to do something about it. Since the law doesn’t give a shit, or they’re too stuck up their own asses to even find pieces of shit like this, I’ve taken it upon myself to walk in, kill, maim, and torture, until all of them have paid.

Scrolling through the details of my flight, I quickly send a text to Lycan, letting him know I won’t be there for Christmas. I’ll be in Europe, enjoying myself as I get messy with blood on my hands and some pretty ass Italian women on my dick. I know he’ll only chuckle at that because my brother wants me to find someone.

He hasn’t said it in so many words, but since he and Scarlett have started trying for kids, he’s become softer, less of the cold-hearted bastard I came to know. He’s still an asshole, but with her, he’s different.

It’s not that I don’t want a family. Or even a few kids running around. It’s just that I’m so lost to this world, the violence and torture, the revenge that I seek is no longer for my family, but to help those who can’t help themselves. I’m not sure I want to raise children in the club.

And leaving the club means walking away from everything I’ve ever known. At least for a long time. I spent most of my adult life with these guys, and the thought of just leaving them doesn’t sit well with me.

Perhaps I need to find a woman who can put up with my crazy ass, as well as the rest of my brothers. And that’s not going to be an easy feat by any means. They’re a lot to handle. Even Scarlett was afraid of them to a certain extent. And I don’t blame her. When I saw one of my brothers trying his luck with her, I knew he had to go. I may do a lot of shit, but forcing a woman is against my very fucking soul. Needless to say, the bastard has been buried where nobody can find his body.

She doesn’t know that, and she doesn’t need to know. My phone beeps with an incoming message. A couple of guys who have been keeping tabs on Horatio and Marinda it seems. My eyes scan the message about Scarlett’s father and the breath is knocked from my lungs.

Fuck.

Horatio Bardot committed suicide last night in a hotel room. Police are investigating the scene and will confirm if this was a murder and if there are any suspects.

I don’t reply. They don’t need to. As long as they’ve seen I read the message. Setting the phone down, I wonder if I should tell Lycan now, or do I leave it until it hits the news. He’ll know that I knew beforehand. And he’ll most definitely want to tell Scarlett before she learns from someone else.

I hit forward and type out a caption, letting him know. All updates come directly to me, and I vet them before sending them on. Once I hit send, I lock my phone, grab my keys and wallet. Time to get to the airstrip before they leave without me.

Making my way through the house, I