Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“Get the men ready. We’re going to Mexico to kill Montes.”
He glances back at me, one last time, then steps into the elevator.
Standing in the kitchen, I let out a slow breath before I start to clean up.
I always thought I’d end up with some kind of businessman who works nine to five and plays golf on the weekends. Instead, my man works all kinds of hours and kills people left, right, and center.
I put the leftovers in plastic containers in case Renzo is hungry when he gets back, and once the kitchen is spotless, I take a seat at the island and pull my laptop closer.
Trying to stay busy so I won’t just sit and worry about him, I look at different concepts for the menu.
I work for a while before my thoughts turn to Renzo.
He’s going to be okay. Don’t start worrying. It will drive you crazy.
Knowing I won’t be able to focus on work, I let out a sigh and close the laptop. Getting up from the chair, I walk to the sliding doors in the dining room. I pull them open, and stepping out onto the balcony where Renzo kissed me the first time, I suck in a deep breath of the cool air.
Winter will be here soon.
Leaning over the railing, I stare down at the traffic and start counting yellow cabs.
You’ve seen Renzo deal with the bastards. He’s capable of keeping himself safe. Nothing bad will happen to him, because he’s the monster everyone fears.
I realize what I’m thinking and let out a burst of laughter.
I fell in love with the beast, and I don’t want him to change. I really love all of him, even though his brutal side still scares the ever-loving hell out of me.
Chapter 39
Renzo
The motorcade leaves a cloud of dust as we drive out to the village where Montes was last seen.
Dario, Carlo, Emilio, and I are in the first SUV while my men fill the other four. We used a couple of my private jets to get everyone into Mexico, and I had to reach out to the local cartel and give them a heads-up so there are no misunderstandings.
With a little luck, Servando Montes dies today.
Dario’s phone buzzes, and he checks it quickly, then says, “We have a face to put to the name.”
He holds the device so I can see. There’s a photo of a man having a cigarette outside a shitty house. He seems to be in his late fifties and loves heavy gold chains way too fucking much.
“Zero style,” Dario says as if that’s the biggest crime the man could commit.
I let out a chuckle, then mutter, “Doesn’t look like he knows we’re on the way.”
“The soldier that sold him out made sure Servando doesn’t catch wind of what’s going on.”
“At least one of his soldiers has enough common sense to rat him out to stop us from killing every last one of them,” I mention.
It’s a sad day when your own men turn on you.
“We’re going to have to move fast once we’re in the village so Montes doesn’t get away,” Dario says.
“Send the photo to my phone,” I request.
A second later, the message comes through from Dario, and I send it to all of my men.
Lifting the two-way radio to my mouth, I press the button and say, “I’ve sent you all a photo. Kill anyone who looks like the fucker.”
“One minute out, boss,” Carlo informs us.
I check my submachine gun and Glock for the third time before I suck in deep breaths, readying myself mentally for the action we might encounter. I’m bracing for a war so I’m not caught off guard.
“The fucking bulletproof vest is digging into my side,” Dario complains.
“Don’t you dare take it off,” I mutter.
The fucker bats his eyelashes at me. “When are you going to admit you love me?”
As we close in on the village, I lock eyes with the man who’s been there for me every step over the years and helped me get through the past few months.
“I love you.”
Dario’s mischievous expression fades away, and he looks a little shocked. He quickly turns his head and glances out of the window.
“If you cry, I’m going to shoot you,” I mutter.
He looks at me again and pretends to wipe a tear from beneath his eye, then the fucker aims to hug me. I slap his arms away, giving him a look of warning.
Letting out a burst of laughter, he says, “Love you too, brother.”
“Jesus,” Carlo mumbles from the driver’s seat. “Get ready!”
I roll my shoulders, and the second the SUV comes to a stop, I shove the door open and get out.
I watch as Carlo and Emilio run to the front door. Emilio throws all his weight against the door, and it shudders open.
The other SUVs stop, and my men pile out.