Tate
Desireé held my hand as we made our way back to the party. As we entered the ballroom, Desireé gasped when she saw Alejandro down on his knees with his head cast down.
“Tate, what is this?” She whispered.
“This, my love, is our retribution. I made a promise to my wife and I don’t intend to break it.” I held her by the waist and kissed her forehead.
Revenge was sweet, but not as sweet as Desireé.
“We’re going to kill him in here?” She widened her eyes.
“Yes, we promised we’d do this together. Forever and always. Till death do us part.”
I would do anything for her.
I would gladly take a bullet to the chest…if it meant she got to live.
Lucien cleared his throat, “Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention. This man before us has done the unspeakable. He has harmed
