How in the fuck did I miss this?
Fuentes is a typical Mexican surname, just as common as Jones.
I should have looked into her, but I didn’t think I needed to. She’s a student studying to be an X-ray tech, and I met her at the hospital.
No red flags.
Fuck!
I need to talk to her!
My cell beeps. A text message pops up, and I look at it with my heart pumping so damn hard, making it hard to breathe. I look at the message.
Gigi ~ I’m going to a frat party with my chicas. This is the address. 555 West 113thSt.
Fuck me!
Anatoly ~ Da. I’m coming to get you.
I don’t fucking care if she wants me to or not, but I’m not going to risk the fucking Cartel to take her. I now know that it’s a real threat coming from the fucking Boss Oro.
I sent texts to Pakhan, Czar, and Mikhail before I left to meet up with Gigi and another one to my Soldier.
Anatoly ~ I need to get my woman; she’s in danger.
Anatoly ~ Bogdan, meet me at my car.
I run out of the apartment complex and into the parking garage. I get to my Range Rover, and my Soldier is waiting for me.
“Let’s go,” I hiss, getting into the passenger side.
“Da,” Bogdan says, nodding.
I enter the address in the GPS, with my fucking heart pounding so damn hard it’s going to explode out of my chest. I swear that as soon as I get my hands on Gigi, I’m not letting her go.
She’s mine.
My woman.
My everything!
Eleven
Georgina
“Betty invited us to her boyfriend's frat party,” Heather hums, bopping to the music in her head.
“Ha, I don’t know,” I say, looking around the parking lot.
I’m so damn paranoid, I’m always looking around for that motherfucker thug. I always think that the thug is looking for me. He knows that I attend classes; therefore, I feel that he’s always waiting for the opportunity to grab me.
“Gigi, you gotta go with us; it’s going to be a blast. You’re always busy with your man,” Marissa grumbles, looking at me.
“Si, do you blame me? The man is hot, he’s so damn sweet, and he’s everything I ever wanted,” I scoff, rolling my eyes.
“Yeah, he gives you all of the sex you want,” Heather snickers, raising her brow.
“Chica, you have no idea how good he is,” I hum, smiling.
