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I found it in the middle console and placed it on my lap. After adjusting the seat so I could actually reach the pedals, I took a deep breath and hit the start engine button simultaneously with the opener.
The beamer’s engine roared to life as the garage door began to lift. With no hesitation, I reversed and sharply turned the wheel to the right, forcing the car to spin around.
Shifting, I pressed the pedal to the floor, barely clearing my Cadillac and the Porsche as the BMW shot forward.
In the rearview, I saw one of the men running out of the front door, yelling something I couldn’t hear. He was nearly albino, and his head was shaved bald, nothing like Mateo’s usual men.
I didn’t know what the hell was going on, but that wasn’t anything new.
That needed to change.
Gripping the steering wheel, I exhaled a shaky breath and focused on putting as much distance between me, Remmington Hills, and my wacked fiancé as I could.
Chapter Three
I struggled to contain the bubbling anger rushing through my veins.
This wasn’t something I was accustomed to dealing with. I was always clear minded and in total control. Elena tested that control religiously.
Two of my Falcons, Eric and Junior, stood in front of me, swallowing nervously as I stared them down.
“Why has it taken you three hours to tell me absolutely nothing?” I stubbed my cigar out in the ashtray and began rolling back the sleeves of my dress shirt.
“We’ve done all we can, Patrón,” Eric answered, his hazel eyes boldly looking into mine.
Elias, who was standing on the far side of my office, watched on as I stood up and rounded the desk.
I moved to where I could stand toe to toe with Eric, silently continuing to stare him down. I was a good few inches taller than him, reminding him that he was beneath me.
His audible breathing seemed to echo through the room. With no warning, I fisted a handful of his dreadlocked hair and forced his head back, exposing the naked column of his tan throat. Pulling the Glock from my waistband, I cocked it and jammed the rounded silencer beneath his jaw.
“That was the wrong answer.” I pulled the trigger. His head jerked slightly as the hollowed bullet burned through his flesh, shooting straight through his skull in a clear cut line.
Blood, a bit of brain matter, and a morsel of sinew sprayed Junior’s shirt and the side of his face.
The gunshot had Sergio rushing into the office with his own weapon at the ready. He lowered it as soon as he saw there wasn’t anyone that needed to be dealt with.
I stepped back, letting the body land and not giving a shit about the crimson puddle rapidly forming on my shiny hardwood floor. I’d seen the likes of those a million times. A nice rug would always suffice until I got the stain taken care of.
“Elena abandoned her car and the BMW she stole. Her cellphone has led you on a wild goose chase. We’re all aware you don’t know where she is, but…” Pausing, I placed the Glock back in my waistband, and returned to my desk.
Sitting down, I pulled open the top drawer and removed one of the dark cloths I kept inside, wiping a few speckles of blood from my hand before continuing.
“She can’t get out of Vice City. The only way in or out is by crossing Plaza Bridge, and that’s being monitored as we speak with ‘cargo’ checks.”
“Looks like you’re in charge of the search now. What are you going to do about that?” Elias asked Junior, finally inserting himself into the conversation.
“I-I’m…” He paused and wiped the side of his face, visibly shaken by the death of his partner. Normally his stuttering and open display of jittery nerves would have him joining Eric on the floor, but he was a newbie, and young—I’d say between nineteen and twenty—so I allowed him a few seconds to compose himself.
“I’m going to send guys to search the hotels, motels, and back roads,” he finally replied, standing a little taller.
I looked at him a minute before smiling broadly.
“That’s a much better answer. You should probably go get started on that. I want an update within the hour.”
He gave me a sharp nod before making a prompt exit, not once looking down.
“We’re going to find her,” Sergio said the minute Junior was gone.
