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)
I wait as Dario checks the information, and a minute later, he comes back, “The one who stood by the door is Alberto Gonzalez. By the way, both these men are wanted by Interpol, so I’m assuming they’re high on the totem pole.”
Christ, I hope they were the ones taken to the warehouse.
“Thanks, brother. I owe you,” I say as I glance at Skylar, who’s still sitting with her head bowed and her eyes closed.
“Don’t worry. I’ll send you the bill once I’m back tomorrow.”
I’m relieved to hear he’s coming home. “Call me when you land in New York.”
“Will do. Tell Skylar I’m sorry for her loss.”
“I will.”
We end the call, and putting my phone away, I take hold of her hand. “Dario said to give his condolences.”
She lifts her head and looks at me, her eyes dull as if all life has been drained from them. “Did he find out anything?”
I nod. “He managed to identify two of the men.”
“Good,” she whispers, then she leans her head against my shoulder. “I hope you find them all and make them suffer.”
“I will,” I promise.
When Fabrizio brings the car to a stop in front of the warehouse, we get out, and taking Skylar’s hand, I weave our fingers together as we head inside.
When I spot Antonio, I signal for him to come to me. He jogs across the open stretch of concrete floor, then says, “Yes, boss?”
“Have Bianca come here. She needs to bring something to help Skylar deal with shock.”
“I’ll be fine,” Skylar mutters.
Ignoring Skylar, I add, “I also want Bianca to do a full checkup.”
“Okay, boss.”
When we continue to walk, I glance at Skylar. “You’re not fine, and I want you checked out. If your body rejects the kidney because of this, I’ll fucking burn the world down. Think of having the checkup as you saving mankind from extinction.”
An emotion I can’t place flits over her face, and when we head up the steps, she pulls her hand free from mine.
The moment we reach the landing at the top, she breaks out into a run.
Skylar checks the first room before running to the second one, where she stops in the doorway.
As I come up behind her, I hear one of the men chuckle, “Hey, pretty mamma.”
His words are followed by a grunt, then Skylar walks right up to him and punches the fucker.
“Oww!” she hisses as she cradles her hand against her stomach.
I move forward and pull her away from the men Carlo and Emilio have kneeling on the floor.
I check her hand, and seeing her red knuckles, I mutter, “Leave the torturing to me, amo. I don’t want you touching the scum.”
“Make them suffer,” she whispers, the words burning with her anger.
I shrug off my jacket and hand it to her. “Stand back.”
When Skylar moves to stand near the door, I turn my attention to the kneeling men. A smile spreads over my face when I see Enrique Valverde is one of the men.
His eyes are glued to me, and I see the fear he’s trying to hide.
Walking closer, I crouch in front of him, and tilting my head, I stare him dead in the eyes.
“We didn’t know the man was your brother. I would’ve stopped it. We’re not looking for trouble with the Cosa Nostra,” he says, an authoritative tone to his voice.
“Then you shouldn’t have set foot in our city,” I murmur. “That was your first mistake.”
Rising to my feet, I look at the other man. He glances at Enrique as if the man can help him.
“What’s your name?” I demand.
“Miguel,” he whispers.
“He’s just a soldier,” Enrique informs me.
Taking my gun from behind my back, where it’s tucked into my waistband, I move closer to Miguel and press the barrel hard against his forehead.
“Where’s Servando Montes?”
Miguel’s eyes fill with tears as he says, “I don’t know.”
Seeing the truth on his face, I pull the trigger, giving the man a merciful death. Soldiers do as they’re told, and his crime was working for the wrong organization.
“Move him to the side,” I order.
Emilio grabs Miguel beneath his shoulders and drags him to the back of the room so the body’s out of my way.
“If I tell you where Servando is, will you promise to give me save passage to India?”
“Why India?”
“The country’s big enough for me to disappear.”
“Okay. Tell me, and I’ll make sure you get to India in one piece.”
“Renzo!” Skylar gasps.
When I hear her move closer, I glance over my shoulder and snap, “Stay back!”
She freezes in her tracks, her eyes filling with tears and a look of betrayal on her face.
While I tuck my gun back into the waistband of my pants, I turn my attention back to Enrique. “Where is Servando?”
“He moves between Spain, Peru, and Alaska under the alias Gilberto Varela. He just left Spain and should already be in Peru. He only stays two weeks in one place before moving to the next.”