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I was shocked at her questions about my parents, and humbled by her trust in me.
I thought I would never be able to sleep but the darkness took me, and I fell asleep.
SEVENTEEN
I left the hospital with the words of Bourbon ringing in my ears and the feeling that my world was crashing around me.
I was in shock that the cartel had outright tried to attack us. They were declaring war--and all the rules that generally applied to these situations were gone.
The fire at the club--yes. Dumping a dead body, one associated with the Kings in the past--yes. All acceptable reactions to the death of Carlos.
But, they'd tried to kill a baby.
All bets were off. They were coming for blood and we were going to fucking give it to them.
My chest constricted at the thought.
It wasn't going to be we anymore. I'd been officially kicked out of my family, men I considered like brothers.
And I deserved it.
I'd gone against Bourbon's direct orders and, despite Coulter's claim that they would've done it anyways, I couldn't stop the guilt coursing through my veins, its ever-present presence that I'd acted selfishly, even if it had been for the right reasons.
I'd had good reasons for doing what I did.
They'd taken Tatiana and drugged her up. Despite the fact that she often straddled the line between the King and cartel territory, I'd clearly claimed her in front of the whole city, and they had no right to take her.
And that was only one in a list of infractions by the cartel--they were clearly trying to take advantage of the instability of the change in leadership in the King territory.
And yet, Coulter was right about one thing--I shouldn't have acted on my own.
I should have come to them. Trusted them.
It was right of Bourbon to kick me out.
I wasn't acting like a brother.
It was true; I didn't trust anyone.
Not my brothers and not Tatiana.
And, despite the ache and pain of being kicked out from my family, I had to put all that aside in need of something more important--Tatiana.
She was my most important concern now and I was desperate to find her.
With the attack at the hospital, I wasn't so sure she was as safe as I'd thought she might be. Heavens knew that she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, but I wasn't taking a chance on her life.
Old enemies had come for me, and I needed to finish what my abuelo had never done--find and discover which of my enemies from Veracruz was still remaining, and kill him.
El Caminante.
Several hours later, I sat outside Poppy's house, once again. All roads led here--mostly because everywhere else was a desperate dead end.
But Poppy had been the one Tatiana had spoken to last time she'd been kidnapped. She'd also intentionally distracted me that night; she would know something.
Poppy opened her door in a robe, even though it was the middle of the day. Her hair was piled in a messy bun on top of her hair. "Knight." Her surprise was genuine.
I eyed her smeared mascara and lipstick. "Upset about Benny?"
