gently over the flesh he left his handprint on. “I don’t want that pussy bruised when I find you again.”
“Then you’d better move fast.”
Before I can say anything else, he brushes by me with the girl. I catch a glimpse of the look on her face and almost feel bad when I can see how excited she is.
Maybe this is the first time someone has picked her over her sister.
“Hey,” he calls to me when he reaches the door.
I turn to face him and arch an eyebrow.
He uses his thumb to wipe away a new bead of blood that drips from his nose before he inhales deeply and grins.
“To us.”
And a moment later, he’s gone.
El Gringo
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About Yolanda Olson
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Other Books by Yolanda Olson
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Blurb
All debts must be paid. No matter the cost...
Raya White was payment for her husband’s crimes. The thief had pawned her off to his billionaire boss to pay back the money he had embezzled. Unknowingly, she was an accomplice, living off the false wealth she’d thought he’d earned.
Backed into a corner, she has no choice but to submit to pay the debt.
The word ‘no’ was no longer able to be in her vocabulary.
What started out as a sentence, turned into so much more.
She fell for the woman.
Craved her.
Now she doesn’t want to leave.
Chapter One
Holding the suitcase that held her belongings, her hand trembled. "Are you sure there’s no other way?" Raya asked her husband of five years, Brandon, who was standing in the doorway. Her husband worked as an Executive Financial Officer—well, used to work—for Hamilton Technologies, until he was caught embezzling a couple million dollars from the company.
And she was deemed an accomplice.
Apparently, she knew what her thief of a husband had been doing. It was guilty by association.
She'd met him when she was nineteen years old, and his smooth-talking, frat boy persona had captivated her. They'd dated all through college and got married once they had graduated.
It could have been called a fairy tale courting.
Raya came from an average blue-collared family. Her parents, Nick and Lorna Martinez, had worked hard to put her through college. Brandon, on the other hand, came from a well-off family, and got into college on a lacrosse scholarship.
It was almost like fate had played a part in their meeting. They didn't run in the same crowds. She wasn't into sports much. She was an English major, while he was in finance.
She'd only attended the party at his fraternity house because her roommate had been dating a member.
She remembered the night they'd met. He had been dressed in jeans and a blue cotton T-shirt that highlighted his muscular physique, while also enhancing his eyes. He'd offered to get her a drink, and she had been tongue-tied from the moment he'd set his sights on her.
A jock and frat boy were interested in her, a mousy girl with big brown eyes and dark hair.
She wasn't some girl who chased after the jocks.
She was known to hang out in the library, writing, or with her nose deep in a book.
One drink that night had cascaded into a full-on romance.
They had been inseparable after that.
So, to hear that her husband had stolen millions of dollars from his employer was quite baffling.
Raya thought she knew him.
This was quite out of character for him.
He sighed. "If there was, don't you think I would have done it by now?"
"How about you shouldn’t have taken money that wasn't yours to begin with!" she cried out, running a hand through her dark hair as she walked over to the window of their bedroom.
The beautifully landscaped yard was a prized possession of hers. She had taken great care in ensuring their yard was attractive and welcoming.
Now, staring out at the property, a sour taste appeared in her mouth.
It was created from stolen money.
While her husband was climbing the ranks at Hamilton Technologies, she had had a blossoming writing career.