clothes had been stripped from her body. Exposed, the girl had no idea what would happen next. Brogan smelled her fear. In the stagnant air, the sweat of his exertion rolled down his back, but the fun was only just beginning.
'Please . . . don't hurt me,' she pleaded, her voice heavily accented. The girl clutched his chest.
'Oh, come on now, darlin'. You ain't in Kansas anymore. Clickin' little red shoes together won't get you rescued,' he laughed. Turning his voice into a whisper, his lips to her ear, he said. 'But I'll let you in on a little secret. Now's your chance to convince me that keepin' you alive is a good thing. And you better be mighty willing, and persuasive as hell.'
The Riverwalk
Downtown San Antonio
Becca enjoyed another bite of omelet and caught him staring at her. Those dark sensual eyes left her breathless, especially by flickering candlelight. Diego had insisted on the ambience, music and all. The only thing to improve the meal would be service in bed. Her imagination conjured up his dark muscular body under white bed linens, a feast for the eyes and no carbs.
'A penny for your thoughts,' he said, taking a sip of wine.
She couldn't help but laugh. 'No way. These thoughts are worth a lot more than a copper Lincoln, my friend. Maybe one day I'll clue you in.'
He returned her grin. 'That might be worth the wait. . . and I'm a patient man.'
Becca had no doubt of that.
In between the wine and subtle flirtations, they ate their meal, each knowing the social banter would come to an end. The real reason they were together loomed ahead. For all Diego's patience and restraint, Becca had no such poise. And she dared to let it show.
'It's killing you, isn't it?' he asked. Before she replied, he offered, 'Go on. Ask me anything.'
'Is Diego Galvan your real name?'
He stared at her a long moment and eventually answered. 'Yes. My mother's maiden name to be exact.'
'Why the big mystery about your past? Your history only goes back so far.'
'The masquerade was for Cavanaugh's benefit, in case he did a background check. I didn't want him to find out how I was connected to Joseph Rivera.'
'The mob guy linked to Global Enterprises? You work for him, right?'
'Not exactly.' Diego stood and walked toward the window with wineglass in hand. 'He's the closest thing I ever had to a father.'
Becca slouched back in her chair, dumfounded by an answer she hadn't expected. 'I think you'd better explain.'
Diego looked over his shoulder, his handsome face solemn. He looked like a man wondering where to start. She waited without a word, letting him find his way.
'Joe adopted me when my mother died of cancer. I was twelve. I never knew my real father and had no other family.'
Diego rejoined her at the table, sitting by her side. He stroked her hand with his fingertips, his downcast eyes mesmerized by the past.
'Joe fell in love with my mother, Aurelia. They had plans to get married, but before it happened, she got real sick. Ovarian cancer.' Diego squeezed her hand and took a deep breath before he went on. 'He spent money, hoping for her remission. But in the end, the cancer won. I would have become a ward of the state without a relative to take me in. By then, Joe and I had become family. He raised me, gave me an education. I would do anything for him.'
'I'm so sorry to hear about your mother, Diego.' Becca understood his grief. 'I guess after she died, Joe introduced you to the family business.'
She couldn't keep the judgmental tone from her voice.
'It wasn't like that.' His eyes flared for an instant. He sat back in his chair and took his hand from her. 'He did everything to keep me out of it. At least until Draper came along.'
'Draper? What did he do? How did he turn you into an informant if you weren't involved with Rivera's mob business?'
'He trumped up racketeering charges on Joe, about the time Global Enterprises merged with Cavanaugh's travel company. Draper saw it as his opportunity to infiltrate an organization he suspected of human trafficking. Cavanaugh's. He threatened to send Joe to jail and throw away the key if I didn't cooperate.'
Becca remembered reading about the racketeering indictment in a newspaper article, part of her background check on Diego. She thought Rivera had beat the rap. At least that's how the paper reported it. Instead, it appeared the charges had been held over his head with all the subtlety of a guillotine.
'He blackmailed you? Did he really have anything on Rivera?'
'Not really. I don't think Draper took the time to set it all up. He fabricated his evidence and the testimony. You see, Joe is a careful man. He's not a model citizen, mind you. But it would have taken years to gather enough proof to compromise him. Apparently, Draper preferred the fast track.'
'Why you? You weren't part of Rivera's organization. Why did Draper pull you in?'
'I didn't have any real family ties, and he knew how much I loved the old man. Draper had Rivera insist on my involvement with the Global Enterprises merger, to get me inside. Cavanaugh never objected. But even with the leg up from Joe, it took me a while to move freely within Cavanaugh's organization.'
He stroked his temple like he had a headache, but continued.
'It was easy to cover up my history. We only had to blow enough smoke to destroy the link to my mother and the adoption. I didn't want Cavanaugh to find out. In his world, any vulnerability is a sign of weakness. I agreed to become an informant so Joe wouldn't have jail time hanging over his head. He deserved better.'
'The man's neck deep in a criminal organization, Diego. He's not exactly innocent.'
'Look, Rebecca. I never saw him that way. And I refuse to pass judgment on a man who gave my mother peace of mind when she needed it. You know how hard it was for a kid to watch his mother die a little each day? Powerless doesn't begin to describe it. I had nothing to give her, only worry.'
Becca felt his pain, saw it in his face and heard it in his voice. She reached for his hand with both of hers, his skin warm to her touch. In truth, she found it hard to keep her hands off him. She craved intimacy like an addiction.
'But Joe changed all that. He vowed to take care of me. Not a small thing. When she knew I'd be okay, she accepted her death and made peace with it.' Diego took a deep breath and went on. 'Making empty promises to a dying woman would have been easy, but Joe lived up to his word, to her and to me. He loved my mother, and for that, I owe him my life.'
The importance of family. She understood how he felt all too well. In Diego's world, loyalty had its price. Draper's price. And Diego had been willing to pay it for a man who had shown compassion to his mother when she needed it most. Joseph Rivera could have walked out on his empty promise but chose not to—and Diego had returned the favor. He stood by a man he thought of as his father. As far as she was concerned, Diego Galvan was the only one who didn't have another agenda or something to gain in all this. Becca had nothing but respect for his selfless act of love ... of duty.
In her mind, the FBI had taken advantage of the situation. Regardless of his motives, Draper parlayed the love between a father and son and gambled on a chance to stop a greater evil. Could his cause be considered noble? Did the end justify the means?
A part of Becca understood Draper's motivation. Playing by conventional rules, law enforcement was often at a disadvantage in the criminal world, a world without boundaries and the confines of law. Only yesterday, she had done the very same thing to Diego, blackmail being the weapon she held to his head, her method of coercion. Would she have gone through with her threats if he resisted? Now, thanks to Diego's sense of fair play, she would never find out. But a harsh reality glared her in the face. In hindsight, Becca was no better than Draper.
And that scared the hell out of her.
