Disclaim (Deliver #3) Read Online Pam Godwin

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, BDSM, Crime, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Deliver Series by Pam Godwin
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
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“Wanna know who I love?” She returned his smile and pointed at his chest. “That guy.”

“Gracias, mi vida.”

“Now where’s my gun?” She held out her hand and arched a sexy brow.

He laughed and gave her the 9mm from his boot. “I trust you to not shoot me in the ass.”

CAMILA HELD TIGHT TO MATIAS’ HAND as a leathery-faced man named Burd drove them along a dirt road in a black sedan. Ice-cold dread swelled in her stomach, and she couldn’t swallow past the clot in her throat. She still didn’t know where they were going, but that was the point of her trust, right?

However naïve or insane, she did trust him. The thing was, she’d squandered so much time focusing on the slaves at the estate that she’d only seen Matias as a monster. But when she looked at him, really looked hard into his eyes, she saw a monster that would never hurt her without reason.

Alone in the backseat with him, she rested her head on his shoulder and tried to absorb some of his calm strength. Nico sat in front with Burd behind the wheel. Chispa had stayed with the helicopter pilot to wait for a refueling truck.

Headlights bobbed in the rear window. Burd had brought two armed soldiers in ski masks—lower ranked cartel members according to Matias—who followed behind in a separate sedan with Frizz and Picar.

Outside the window, tiny villages twinkled by. Despite the ramshackle sheds and the bleakness of poverty, the communities seemed tranquil beneath the full moon, scattered across the mountains and surrounded by cultivated fields.

During one of her late night conversations with Matias, he’d told her about these poor rural populations. These indigenous people bred their chickens and labored in their fields of corn and coffee. Their children attended the nearest schools, sometimes hours away, and played with dolls and footballs like any other place in the world.

But it was a hard life. Land was expensive, and the whir of bullets and helicopters were a constant invasion. While the people were resigned to it, the buzz of rotors always sent them running for cover, often forcing them to abandon their farms and move elsewhere until the violence ended.

She’d thought about this when Matias’ helicopter had landed in the field of an impoverished village. How many families were cowering in their homes, waiting for Matias to leave? How many other gangs were prowling this area right now?

“This is it.” Nico’s heavy accent rose above the hum of the engine.

The headlights behind her went dark as Burd pulled into a long gravel driveway. A porch light glowed at the end of the drive, illuminating the front door of a rickety house. Several cars parked out front. Overpriced luxury cars that didn’t belong in this poor village.

Prickles raced down her spine. “What is this place?”

Nico pulled on a ski mask and twisted in the front seat to toss another mask to Matias.

Her mind flashed with images of the night Van delivered her to them. “I hate those fucking masks.”

Matias eked out a sad smile then slipped the ski mask over her head, covering her nose, mouth, and neck. “You’ll stay with Nico.”

“Why?” Her throat sealed up. “Where are you going?”

“Just until I get through the door.” He adjusted the itchy fabric on her face until only her eyes peered out.

He exchanged a look with Nico, and while they both exuded calmness, there was an undercurrent in their confidence. Not fear or worry. Something akin to grief.

What was this place? Why were they here? Her mouth dried, and she grabbed the 9mm on the seat beside her, having no idea why she needed it or who she would be aiming it at.

Halfway up the drive, Burd turned the sedan around and parked, with the headlights shining in the opposite direction of the house. The second car was nowhere in sight.

Burd shut off the headlights but kept the engine running. “I wait here in car.” He crammed the words together with a thick Colombian accent.

“Where’s the other car?” She anchored her gaze on Matias.

“They’ll come in on foot.” He touched his lips to the material over her mouth in a whisper of breath.

Every cell in her body sighed then snapped tight as Matias pulled away and stepped out of the sedan. The interior lights remained off, and the door hung open, letting in the rhythmic chirp of insects.

In the next breath, his silhouette melted into the darkness. She felt like she was going to be sick.

The crunch of his boots on gravel faded in the direction of the house. He had about a hundred feet to walk before he would appear beneath the glow of the porch light. If the other guys were sneaking onto the property, this must’ve been some kind of ambush. Who the hell was in that house?


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