Maybe another sign I’d made the right decision.
“That was fast,” Kruz said from beside me.
“Exactly as planned and about goddamn time. I’m sick of this shit.”
“Well, you won’t need to deal with it for much longer. How are you going to stand not being involved?” Kruz looked at me with a grin on his face.
I’d decided to retire from the business. There was no joy in killing any longer, no need for unnecessary violence since the Torres family had all but gone legit. Jago had put into motion a full separation from Eduardo and his world.
As well as cutting all formal ties with his father.
“I’ll still be involved with the board of directors for the Morales-Torres Corporation.”
He chuckled. “And you’ll be eaten alive by Genevieve and Christine. I’m curious. Now that you’re going to marry, has Fallon been offered a position within the company?”
I took a deep breath. In the last three days, we’d talked about the future in moments of anger and pain, sadness and revelation. “I think she wants to concentrate on her art.”
“That’s why you’re purchasing that building in downtown Barcelona.”
I shot him a look and placed my finger across my lips. “Not a word. It’s a surprise.”
“You are head over heels in love with that woman. Aren’t you?”
“Let’s just say she somehow managed to rock my world.”
“I get it. I really do.”
We stood silently together as Jago talked with his father.
“Do you think they’ll ever reconcile?” he asked.
Shrugging, I had no idea what to say. “That’s for Jago to decide. He’s a tough man, but Genevieve will work on him.”
“Yeah, she’ll want her babies to have a grandfather.”
I glanced at him and laughed. “You’re kidding me.”
“Don’t say a word. She’s telling him tonight.”
With a death, came a life.
Secrets. Lies. Truths. Family.
For once, everything had become crystal clear.
“Congrats on getting married,” he added.
“Any tips since you’re an expert?” I turned toward him and smiled.
“Ha! Just do whatever it takes to keep her happy. That will make for a much better marriage.”
Laughing, I shook my head. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
He threw out his hand for a shake. “You’re a good man, Navarro. An excellent soldier. You’ll make a great husband and father.”
“We’ll see.” I accepted the gesture. It felt good to bury the hatchet for one last time.
As he backed away, I took a deep breath and took a short walk, struggling with everything that had occurred. When I found the gravestones, I took a deep breath and knelt on the cool, wet grass. While I wasn’t a religious man by any means, I gave the sign of the cross. My brother and parents deserved an afterlife.
