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  Table of Contents

  Synopsis

  By the Author

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Chapter Twenty-four

  About the Author

  Acclaim for the Cain Casey Saga

  Praise for Ali Vali

  Books Available From Bold Strokes Books

  Synopsis

  In book five of the Casey Family series, Cain and Emma are planning a wedding before the birth of their third child. Cain has done everything possible to protect her family and get their lives back to normal. Cain is strengthening her partnership with the Jatibons and Carlotti families, as well as trying to help her cousin Muriel heal from FBI agent Shelby Phillips’s betrayal.

  But nothing can distract her from hunting Juan Luis down to make him pay for trying to take Emma from her. That is the most pressing problem to be dealt with before she can truly enjoy the life and family she and Emma have together. Those plans are derailed with the arrival of someone who not only challenges her place as her father, Dalton's heir, but also her belief and loyalty to the man who raised her.

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  The Devil’s Orchard

  © 2013 By Ali Vali. All Rights Reserved.

  ISBN 13: 978-1-60282-918-3

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  First Edition: June 2013

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

  Credits

  Editors: Shelley Thrasher and Stacia Seaman

  Production Design: Stacia Seaman

  Cover Design By Sheri ([email protected])

  By the Author

  Carly’s Sound

  Second Season

  Calling the Dead

  Blue Skies

  Balance of Forces: Toujours Ici

  Love Match

  The Dragon Tree Legacy

  The Cain Casey Saga

  The Devil Inside

  The Devil Unleashed

  Deal with the Devil

  The Devil Be Damned

  The Devil’s Orchard

  Acknowledgments

  This book was like visiting old friends. The Casey Clan and the battles they’ve waged started on vacation quite a few years ago, but I still remember the first conversation I had with Radclyffe about the eight-hundred-page book I’d just finished. Thank you, boss, for not only publishing the first book, but for always encouraging me to write more about these guys, and for offering advice whenever I ask.

  I first met Shelley Thrasher in a bar, in New Orleans of all places, when the first book in the series was done. As an editor, she’s taught me something with each book, and I’m looking forward to the lessons yet to come. Thank you, Shelley, for all the hard work you put into each piece and for your friendship—both are a treasure.

  Writing might be a solitary craft, but it takes a team to produce the final product. Thank you to Stacia Seaman for the polish you put on each book and for your attention to detail. Thank you to Sheri for another great cover; you always seem to read my mind as to what the perfect image should be even when I don’t have a clue. Thank you to Connie Ward and Kathi Isserman for the great comments and for always saying yes when I ask you to read something. And thanks to all my fellow authors at BSB for your words of encouragement and advice. I appreciate you all.

  Thanks to you, the reader. When I started this series, you were the ones who wanted more, so thank you for embracing the characters and me along with them. I’m sure I’m on some FBI watch because of all the e-mails I get on ideas on how to kill people. Every word is always written with you in mind.

  Life isn’t always perfect, but it’s a blessing when you have someone who travels the road with you no matter if the path is rocky or smooth. C, you are that blessing to me, and wow, have you made my life fun. You are my joy, my best friend, and I love you. Verdad!

  For C

  A lifetime is not enough

  Chapter One

  “You couldn’t run forever.”

  Derby Cain Casey had waited months to say those four simple words, and Juan Luis’s expression when she’d found him had been total disbelief. When she’d strapped him to a chair in the middle of her empty warehouse, any bravery he possessed disappeared as effectively as he had after she’d stopped him from attacking Emma.

  Fat tears ran steadily down Juan’s face, and she hadn’t even touched him yet. “Did this day cross your mind when you tried to rape my wife?” He cried harder, proving what a coward he was. “You shot my friend and strapped Emma to a table. If that’d been all, I’d let Merrick shoot you in the head and be done with it. But you wanted my suffering to be complete, didn’t you? That’s why you picked that place. Your decision’s going to cost you.”

  “I kill you if you no let me go,” Juan screamed, and snot flew from his nose. “My mama come for me.”

  “That’s true, she will come for you, and I’ll hand you over a piece at a time.” As Lou cut his clothes from his body, she tuned out his begging. Juan could get as loud as he wanted but no one would hear him, and she wanted him in the same state of mind Emma had been in when he’d tied her down.

  “Did it excite you when Emma cried out?” She stood and took the safety glasses Lou held out. “Did her tears hit you here first?” she asked, and landed a punch in the gut. “Did it make you hard to have her tied down like an animal?”

  Juan shook his head, but it was too late for denials. “Fire it up, Lou.” He cranked the professional power washer and handed her the wand. The nozzle she’d picked could cut through wood, and the direction book warned not to aim at anyone since it could injure them. She was counting on it.

  “No.” Juan screamed when she aimed the water at him and started to get closer. The laser-like stream cut through his abdomen as easily as a filet knife through soft bread. His scream was so loud it—

  “Damn,” Cain said when she startled awake. Eventually the dream would be a reality, but so far Juan had proved elusive. The longer it took to find him, though, the more creative her imagination and dreamscape became. This dream had to have been caused by the painters they’d hired, since they were in the cleaning stage outside.

  The bed was empty, so she got up, showered, and dressed to go find her partner. “Persistent,” she said as she descended the stairs, buttoning the monogramed cuff of her new shirt. It was a rec
ent gift from Emma, who’d gotten back into a shopping groove. She was grateful since she hated the exercise, so she simply said thank you when Emma handed her the box with five more just like it. That act, along with a thousand other mundane things, reassured her their lives were getting back to normal.

  The FBI was outside keeping up their constant surveillance, her shipments of liquor and cigarettes minus the proper seals were still arriving without fail, and her family was happy and safe. She never took any of those things for granted, but a few pieces were still not fitting into the puzzle of her life. “Damn persistent,” she said when she saw Special Agent Shelby Phillips sitting in her living room—again.

  Shelby was on mandatory leave from her duties as the lead agent assigned to her family after both of her parents had been found murdered. The FBI couldn’t take the chance of allowing Shelby back into the field, given her current mental state, so with all her free time she’d taken up a new routine. Shelby would arrive every morning and ask to see her, and she in turn would ignore her. This was the start of month two.

  “What are you going to do about her, mobster?” Emma asked as she entered her office at the back of the house. She sat behind Cain’s desk, borrowing the space for the project she was working on.

  “When do you think she’ll give up?”

  “I lost the pool after a month, so I can’t answer that question,” Emma said, signing a check and attaching it to something that appeared to be a contract. “If you finally give in today, Lou gets the twelve hundred up for grabs.”

  “For a smart woman in law enforcement, surely she has a clue by now that I’m not giving in.” Cain sat in a chair intended for visitors and crossed her legs. In an hour, she had to meet with the European vendors her cousins Muriel Casey and Katlin Patrick had been vetting for months. “It’s not that I don’t understand what’s driving her. I do. But I’m not sympathetic enough to give her what she wants.” She looked at Emma, and any anger over the situation evaporated when her gaze landed on Emma’s swollen midsection. If she had the power to speed up time, she’d do it to see Emma holding their new baby.

  “Considering you won’t even tell her you won’t meet with her, I thought she’d have given up by now, but she’s—”

  “Persistent.” She laughed. “It’s like being trapped in a sinking ship and not being able to swim. That’s the best way I can describe Shelby’s mind-set. You have to either drown or ask a shark for help.”

  “So either way she’s screwed.”

  “That’s right, lass. Lou will be out of luck today even if I was feeling generous. I’ve got that meeting at the office.”

  Up to now her business had centered on illegal hard liquors and cigarettes, a trade her great-great-grandmother had started as an Irish immigrant, but Cain saw potential in high-quality wines. A small portion of their operations dealt with them already, and considering its huge profit margin, it was time to expand. Wine would never make as much as the city’s growing drug trade, but that wasn’t a palatable future for her children.

  “Then she’ll be here tomorrow because you can give her what the FBI can’t.” Emma stood and lifted her hands over her head to stretch. “Either cave in or put the poor woman out of her misery.”

  “You think I should help her?” She didn’t move when Emma walked toward the small leather couch with a gait that was slowly starting to change to accommodate the extra weight she carried.

  “Look at all she’s had to endure basically alone,” Emma said with her hand out. “The thought of losing my parents like she did, or the kids having to live through that horror if something happened to us, makes me want to help her.”

  Cain joined Emma, took her hand, and kissed her. “You’d be willing to risk what could happen if I do?”

  “Don’t get crazy on me, baby. I didn’t say help. I said I understood why she’s here.” They sat and Emma turned so her abdomen pressed into her side. Cain put her hands on their growing child, knowing Baby Casey was most active in the mornings. “What do you think today?”

  “What I think every moment of every day,” she said, and kissed Emma again. “This baby is another blessing to the miracle my life’s become.”

  “We need to finish discussing this situation before you make any other romantic statements,” Emma said as she unbuttoned her shirt, tugging it from Cain’s pants when she couldn’t go any further. “Unfortunately for Shelby, I don’t trust her. Not with you, and certainly not with Muriel.”

  “Is there something you want, lass?” she asked as she sat with her shirt open, and Emma unbuckled her belt.

  “Don’t make fun of the big horny woman or I’ll buy myself one of those rabid-rabbit things we saw on television late last night and evict you from the bedroom.” Cain stood and her pants pooled around her ankles. Emma’s fingers stilled at the sides of her underwear as if the urge to be bold had burned itself out.

  The same thing had happened during Emma’s pregnancy with their son Hayden, and if Emma hadn’t run from this life she was sure it would’ve happened before Hannah was born. The extra weight and growing waistline made Emma’s self-doubt about her attractiveness grow as well. Cain didn’t enjoy Emma questioning how she felt about her, but she did like reassuring her.

  The dress Emma wore was new, and Cain guessed it was part of the problem. Emma loved trips to the mall and her favorite boutiques, but not because she needed a larger size. She loved being pregnant, but her expanding middle was murder on her self-esteem.

  “Mrs. Casey,” she said as she dropped to her knees in between Emma’s legs. They’d made love that morning, but her desire flared again when Emma lifted her head and looked at her. “I’m not making fun.” She put her hands on Emma’s belly and massaged it as she moved down toward the hem of her dress. The anticipation of touching Emma made the blood rush to her head, and she could hear her own heartbeat.

  “I know you’ve got people waiting, so we don’t have to,” Emma said as her legs spread wider.

  “The world can wait, this can’t.” She lowered Emma’s panties, then stood to get out of her pants and shirt. Emma held her hand up again as a request for help off the couch, and Cain unzipped her dress as soon as she had her on her feet. She smiled when Emma groaned as their naked bodies pressed together.

  “I need you to put your mouth on me,” Emma said, and sounded desperate. “I’ll do whatever you want, but I need you to do that right now.”

  The way Emma rubbed herself against Cain made it hard to think, but she lowered Emma back down and positioned her butt at the edge of the seat. Being able to lie back a bit would make it easier for Emma to breathe. She swept her eyes down the compact body, and her hips bucked forward into empty space at the sight. She needed relief from her pounding clit, but not until she’d given it to Emma.

  “Don’t torture me,” Emma said as she squeezed her own breasts. They were fuller than normal, and her nipples were slightly darker. Cain thought about them at the strangest times during her day. She’d found Emma desirable from the first time she saw her, but seeing her with the next generation of their family made her insatiable. Emma didn’t mind that her sex drive was over the top since she was at the point in the pregnancy where she craved sex.

  She wanted to linger on the hard nipples, but Emma was dripping wet and tasted sweet when she put her mouth on her. Emma currently craved pineapple, so they had a number of containers of it in the refrigerator, and the amount she’d consumed had changed her taste. When Cain tasted Emma’s sex, she assumed this must be what crack addicts experienced when they finally got their fix. It left a lifelong craving, but unlike any drug addict, she had no interest in rehab to beat the habit.

  Emma took a deep breath and held it when Cain placed her tongue under her clit and ran it slowly upward, swirling it around the hardness as she reached the top. “Fuck,” Emma said uncharacteristically, grabbing the sides of her head to pull hard on her hair. “Put your fingers in.”

  Despite what Emma probably wanted, sh
e entered her gently, not wanting her desire to hurt Emma or the baby. To compensate, she sucked hard as her fingers went all the way in, and Emma smiled down at her when she stroked her fingers out and in. Before long, Emma put her feet on her back so she could pump her hips easier and position herself so her fingers and mouth were in the right place.

  Emma came so hard she ended up crying, but Cain didn’t have time to worry before Emma sat up and put her hand between her legs. “Come up here,” Emma said as she placed kisses down her jaw.

  It didn’t matter that she would’ve gladly killed someone to have Emma’s mouth on her, but her body got what it wanted. Emma’s fingers slid across her hardness and she was helpless. She knelt there until Emma gave her the orgasm her body demanded.

  “Do you think Muriel would be pissed if I don’t show up today?” Cain asked when she fell forward until her forehead rested on Emma’s chest. “We could go back to bed if you lie and tell me she wouldn’t be.”

  “No lying to the boss today, my love, so come on.” Emma kissed the top of her head before she pushed her off. “The sooner you leave, the sooner you’ll get back here for the multiple orgasms I’ve got planned for later.”

  “Mine or yours?”

  “Yes, so move.”