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Denise cried out behind her gag, her green eyes overflowing with tears. She knew their deaths wouldn’t be as painless as their daughters had been.
They were going straight into ‘The Stew’, the oil inside the two remaining fifty-five-gallon drums. Joshua dropped his forehead to the floor, squeezing his eyes shut when they were forced inside foot first, screaming the entire time.
Diablo pulled a butane lighter from his back pocket and set each drum aflame. My men were extremely cautious not to get themselves burned as they stood by and monitored the process.
An audible hiss filled the air as the oil bubbled and popped the hotter it became, frying their flesh.
With the gags in their mouths, the instant they were both fully submerged in the flaming liquid their screams abruptly cut off.
Lids were placed on top of the drums, ensuring both equally experienced a rapid, searing, and agonizing death. I looked down at Joshua and delivered my ultimatum knowing Alfredo would see him off my land. “I expect my first payment by this time next week.”
My brother and I exited the warehouse together, leaving the men to handle the clean-up.
“He’s going to run,” Elias noted with bemusement.
“I know,” I grinned. “That’s why his family is going to endure a tragic home invasion within the next fifteen minutes.”
I’d known from the start Joshua wouldn’t be able to come up with the money.
The man let his greed get the best of him–consuming as much of the coke as he could and selling the rest of it to junkies for half its worth. It didn’t take much footwork to figure any of this out. It was a shame things had to end this way, but that was just business.
If I didn’t make the hard decisions someone stronger would. I couldn’t allow one man to get away with stealing from me. If I did, ten more would choose
to follow. Rules were rules, and I expected them to be abided.
With that part of my night done, I refocused on Elena. She was always at the forefront of my mind, even when I told myself she wasn’t. I’d been with many women, but none of them had captivated me like this one.
I would sell her a dream she couldn’t live without if it meant keeping her. I could only pray to the man upstairs and hope that he answered my prayers that she was strong enough to withstand all she would have to endure. I silently apologized for knowing I had to be the one to destroy such an exquisite creature. In the end it would be worth it. Me and my ace would both greatly benefit.
I wouldn’t let history repeat itself.
I refused to let her follow in her sister’s footsteps.
Chapter Eleven
He wasn’t in bed when I woke up, but that wasn’t surprising.
The black-out curtains had been partially cracked, letting in a small stream of sunlight.
Reluctantly kicking the comforter off, I tossed my legs over the side of the bed, my bare feet dangling.
Smiling when I saw a silk ivory robe that hadn’t been there the night before, I stood and slipped it on.
It took me a total of ten minutes to brush my teeth with a spare toothbrush left on the bathroom counter and then my hair with a little black comb.
My dress and heels were nowhere to be seen. Stepping out into the hall, I looked all the way to the end. The dark wood floor was smooth beneath the soles of my feet and the air conditioner added a crisp coolness.
I heard Mateo’s voice and followed it to the office I’d been outside of the day prior. He was sitting behind a massive mahogany desk, holding a cellphone to his ear. He grinned brightly when he saw me, deepening his dimples and bringing a smile to my face in return.
His office was oval shaped. A leather sofa sat against one wall and bookcases were built into another. Behind his desk was a large picture window that gave a clear view of his in-ground pool and gorgeous surrounding views.
I stood in the doorway until he motioned me to him with a wave of his hand.
How did he look better and better each time I saw him? He scooted his chair back and mouthed “Sit.”
I made my way to him and perched on his lap, resting my cheek on his shoulder. His conversation was in rapid Portuguese, so I couldn’t follow. I distracted myself by trailing my fingers over his stubble and through his thick, slightly damp hair. The smell of his cologne tickled my nose.
He put the phone on speaker and sat it on his desk, adjusting me so my back was flush with his chest. He never broke conversation even as his lips skimmed over my neck and he pulled my robe down my shoulders. My bra was unclasped, exposing me entirely. He slid his hands upwards from my hips, sliding them across my chest to firmly cup my breasts.
