Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
She flopped against the seat back and groaned. “Me and my fucking mouth.”
“Love fucking your mouth, mi vida.” He held her gaze in the mirror.
Nico cleared his throat. “Turn right at the fork up ahead.”
“I’m still waiting to hear about this ambush.” She raised her brows.
“Mm.” Matias squinted at the road, watching for the turn off. “Chispa contacted Los Córdoba when we left him at the helicopter. Told them where he was and that Nico Restrepo would be returning soon. Perfect set up for them to trap us. I’d be really surprised if the Córdoba capo isn’t there just to watch Nico get killed.”
Her gaze darted to Nico, her mouth hanging open. “Okay, we’re obviously not returning to the helicopter.” She looked back at the mirror. “When you don’t show, they’ll know Chispa set them up.” She narrowed her eyes with suspicion. “You did something, didn’t you? Did you assemble your own surprise attack on them?”
“Love the way your mind works.” He grinned.
“I have a contact on the Colombian police force,” Nico said.
“Not an ally.” Matias spotted the fork and turned off. “Just a guy Nico makes deals with.”
“Oh my fuck.” Camila touched her throat, her gaze flickering between him and Nico. “You sent the police to ambush them? What about Chispa? Won’t they take him into custody?”
Nico powered down the tablet. “I negotiated the release of Chispa and Don—the pilot—in exchange for the location of this ambush.”
“But the police are keeping my fucking helicopter.” Matias gritted his teeth.
“I should be getting a call anytime from my police contact,” Nico said. “Hopefully, they’ll have Álvarez”—a glance at Camila—“he’s the capo, in custody and put this headache behind us. Los Córdoba won’t survive without him.”
“Jesus.” She slumped in the seat. “What if Álvarez isn’t there?”
“Then he got a very strong message from us.” Matias spied a helicopter-sized blob in the field up ahead.
“Don’t fuck with the Restrepo cartel?” she breathed.
“Exactly.” Nico removed his seatbelt and leaned forward to speak low in Matias’ ear. “You’re out of time, parce. You need to tell her.”
“Tell me what?” She unlatched her belt, her gaze skittering over the field and landing on the helicopter.
The moment Matias parked beside the twin-engine, Nico swung open his door and stepped out.
“Camila.” Matias shut off the motor. “This is the helicopter I keep in Bogota. I had one of my guys fly it here along with someone—”
“Oh my God.” She stared out the passenger window, breaths quickening as her hands fumbled with the door latch. “Is that…?”
He followed her gaze to the man hopping out of the aircraft. Muscled physique, dark blond hair, arm sleeved in ink. Yep. “Tate Vades.”
She flung her door open and ran. Had they been on a busy street, she probably would’ve leapt over cars in her urgency to reach the bastard. Matias rubbed the bridge of his nose and followed her.
With her arms wrapped around Tate’s shoulders, she lifted on tiptoes and pressed her cheek against his neck. “What’re you doing here?”
Matias flexed his fingers and forced his feet to remain planted a couple yards behind her.
Tate met his eyes, expression tight. “You didn’t tell her?”
Expecting the piercing anger in the question, Matias lifted a shoulder. “I ran out of time.”
She stepped back, staring at Tate then glaring at Matias. “Why is he here?”
“You had three weeks!” Tate threw his arms up.
“I’ve been wooing her.” Matias straightened, clasping his hands behind his back.
It’d been critical that she didn’t know about Tate’s role until she’d given herself to Matias fully and completely. That hadn’t happened until she knelt for him and told him she loved him on the other helicopter only a couple hours earlier.
“Wooing? Is that what you call it?” Camila held his gaze as she stabbed a finger toward Tate. “Explain this.”
The pilot started up the helicopter with a squealing whine of the engines. The tail rotor and blades turned, spinning faster and ruffling her long hair.
“Hash it out in the air,” Nico shouted as he strode by with his nose buried in his phone. “We need to go.”
Matias and Nico quickly changed into the clean clothes the pilot had been instructed to bring, and twenty minutes later, the helicopter reached coasting altitude.
The cabin was comparable in size to the other one and refurbished to enable passengers to talk without headsets. But it was older and made for wear, reminding Matias of the interior of a commercial airliner. That was fine since it was primarily used by his lieutenants and hitmen.
Nico and Tate sat with their backs to the cockpit, facing the bench seat Matias shared with Camila.
“They got Álvarez and most of his top men.” Nico held up a text message on his phone, grinning. “Chispa and Don are going to lay low for a few days before we send for them.”
Los Córdoba is finished. Now Camila could safely wander the estate as his equal.