Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
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“You’re making a mistake.” He turned to look at the two-way mirror as he said, “You should’ve never gotten involved. It’s going to cost you. It’s going to cost all of you.”
“Quit with the fucking games and tell me who you’re working for.”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
I didn’t do threats, especially when they involved my brothers. I took the blade and stabbed it into the thick of his thigh. He gasped, and before he had a chance to recover, I clenched my hand into a fist and slammed it into his face. I hit him square in the jaw, sending his head flailing back, then I hit him again and again.
He was barely conscious when I grabbed a tuft of his hair and gave it a hard tug, forcing him to look up at me as I asked, “Who hired you?”
“Fuck you.”
“I’m just going to keep at it until you answer.”
“I’m not answering shit.”
“I’m getting fucking tired of this bullshit.”
I grabbed the end of the chain that held his hands over his head and gave it a pull, forcing him to his feet. Unable to stand the pressure, he lifted his foot and cursed, “Fuck.”
“You can end this right now. All you have to do is tell me who hired you.”
“Not gonna happen.”
I was growing frustrated and feared I might lose control when the door opened, and Stitch and Cotton walked in with Bruton. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. No outsiders were ever allowed in the playroom, but there he was in his fucking khaki pants and sweater vest.
Stitch and Cotton remained in the doorway while Bruton walked over to us. He shook his head and sighed. “Javier Navarro.”
“You know this guy?”
“I never had the immense pleasure of meeting him personally, but I know all about him.” Bruton stepped in front of Javier as he continued, “He’s a hitman for the cartel. One of the best I’ve ever seen.”
“The cartel?”
“The last I heard, he was on the Demarco payroll.”
“Demarco?” Cotton turned to Stitch, then back to Bruton. “As in Robert Demarco?”
“Hmmm, I'm pretty sure Robert is no longer with us.” Bruton gave Cotton a knowing look, then continued, “But his brothers, Antonio and Miguel, are alive and well. They moved to the States a few weeks after their brother’s disappearance and proceeded to take over his business dealings.”
“Fuck, how did we miss that?”
“Because these men are good at what they do. It’s why I chose to work with them.”
“They were your supplier?”
“They were.” He turned to look at Cotton as he announced, “I would guess they weren’t pleased that I chose to cut ties with them and sent Javier to take back my last shipment.”
“Fuck.”
“Exactly.” Bruton looked up at Javier. “You’ve made quite a name for yourself. It’s rather sad to see you in such a state.”
“This isn’t over. They’re going to come for you.”
“I certainly hope so.” Bruton turned to me and held out his hand. “Do you mind?”
I wasn’t sure what he was asking until his eyes fell on the scalpel. I nodded, then placed it in his palm. He clutched the end, then drug it along Javier’s throat. As Javier choked and gasped, Bruton smirked and said, “Let them come. Let them all come, and like you, they’ll see that no one gets the best of me. No one.”
Bruton stood there and watched as Javier took his last breath.
Once he was certain that it was over, he walked back over to Cotton and said, “I apologize for the inconvenience, but I assure you. I will take care of the Demarco brothers.”
“We will take care of them together.”
“Oh, no. That’s not necessary. I’m the one who had the ties with them, and ...”
“We have our own reasons for wanting to put an end to them.”
I wasn’t surprised that Cotton volunteered our help. It wasn’t that long ago that his adopted daughter, Lauren, had been taken by one of Robert Demarco’s men, and her life was at risk over a journal that belonged to Demarco. It was through that journal that we discovered his involvement with a sex trafficking ring that he was running through Port Angeles.
We’d dealt with him and the man who’d kidnapped Lauren, and we thought that was the end of it. Needless to say, none of us were happy that the brothers had come to take over the business, but they would soon learn that was a mistake—a mistake that would cost them not only their business but their lives.
Cotton called in the others and caught them up to speed on everything we’d learned. As soon as Prez finished telling them about Antonio and Miguel, Big and Bones immediately pulled out their laptops and got to work on tracking them down. They hadn’t been at it long when Bones announced, “Fuck. They’re gone.”