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He grimaces, turning around. “Treme el malting.”
Instantly one of my watchers steps forward, holding a briefcase out. Ares jerks his head towards me.
“Muéstrale el contenido.”
My guard opens the briefcase, showing me a not-inconsiderable amount of cash. My first instinct is to yell at Ares… but I bite my tongue.
Instead, I look at the briefcase, unimpressed. “What am I supposed to do with that?”
He grimaces. “Disappear. That’s all I want. You take the money, sign a goodbye letter, and vanish into the sunset.”
I slide my hand down my stomach, sizing him up.
“What letter?” I ask, arching a brow.
“A goodbye letter, telling my brother that you left, and you don’t want to be found.”
My brows rise. “So Hades doesn’t know I’m here?”
Ares bares his teeth, coming closer and closer until he can grab my arm. “Will you do it or not?”
“I think you and I both know that ship has sailed.”
He gives me a hard shake. “Pregnant women disappear all the time, lassie. They just up and vanish, never to be seen or heard from again. Do you want to join the dead ones? Or will you be fucking reasonable, sign the goddamned letter, and take off into the sunset of your own volition?”
He grips my arm hard enough that I cry out.
“Okay! Stop!”
He releases me, looking completely disgusted. “I have the letter all ready to go. Follow me.”
I swallow hard as he disappears and trail after him, my arms still throbbing from his handprint.
Chapter3
Hades
“Are you sure that the trucks are still in the warehouse?” I ask in careful Arabic. Glancing out the window of my hotel room, I slide a finger between the skin of my neck and my silky black button up shirt.
My heart pounds. It’s been twenty four hours since Lazlo dropped a bomb on me, telling me he will trade Penny’s location as part of this arms deal.
Since then, I’ve been suffocating, needing to jump into action the second I get the news.
On the other end of the phone, Mohamad pauses. His moment of hesitation stretches into half a minute. “I am at the location. Let me just check again.”
Mohamad sounds worried, though I’m fairly sure that he’s more worried about my reaction than whether or not the goods are there. It’s his job to protect my cargo and if anything happens to the weapons in the trucks, his ass is on the line.
I crack my knuckles. Lazlo needed time to scrape the paltry half a million euros together. Checking my watch, I reassure myself.
Only half an hour until I lay eyes on Lazlo. Until I can finally have actionable intel that I’ll pounce on immediately.
“Text me confirmation,” I say. “If everything goes according to plan, your work will be finished this afternoon.”
“Yes, boss.”
He hangs up and I purse my lips, putting the phone in my pocket.
Eros pokes his head through my open bedroom door. “Do you have confirmation that the trucks are still at the warehouse?”
