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“I’m working on something right now, Boss. It’s big. I’ve been coordinating with Maurice and we’ve tracked these mints to a factory out of state. Shipments came in by water in containers. The trail leads to an island in the Caribbean. You’ll find your scientist there.”
“Soaking up the sun, enjoying the spoils of the suffering he’s caused.” Boss gripped the steering wheel with his right hand, squeezing so hard his knuckles turned white. “Tell Maurice I want a flight—tickets for me, Graciella, Killian, and Xavier. Tonight. Get me as much intel as you can—names, addresses, everything.”
“Yes, Boss. I’ll get it handled.”
In his world, money and power talked. Now that he had a major lead, that scientist was as good as dead. Once he had his hands on the antidote, he’d give it to Adam to synthesize. The cycle of death from Graciella’s revenge would end.
He could be her hero.
As he drove home, he messaged his men so they could say their goodbyes to their families. Then he called Widow Maker.
“What do you want now?” she answered.
He chuckled. “I’ve found your scientist. Thought you’d want to know.”
There was silence on the other end of the line.
“Unless you’d rather I keep information to myself,” he said.
“No, I want to be in the loop. Are you sure about this? It’s not a hunch?”
“I wouldn’t gamble with Bain’s life. We tracked the drug mints Scarlett had right to the source country. Now it’s just a game of cat and mouse,” he said.
“Give me what you have. I can handle anything.”
He smiled to himself. Boss loved her spunk and defiance. She’d never bend over for anyone and he liked that about her. “Of that, I’m certain. I’ll call you when I have more details.”
She growled and hung up the phone.
He laughed out loud. She drove him crazy and was sexy as fuck. She was also his greatest weakness. He always kept track of his killers’ women. Since he’d been hung up on Graciella, he’d been slacking in all areas. If it hadn’t been for his obsession, he would have caught wind of Scarlett’s activity long before Bain got poisoned.
Would have, could have wouldn’t help him now. It was time to make things right for everyone. Once the drug ordeal was over, what would happen to Graciella’s debt to Viko? She’d have no reason to team up with him once her problem was gone. Only the debt would remain.
Boss would pay for her freedom if he had to.
He pulled into his underground parking area, the doors automatically closing behind his car. He put his jacket on the hook and headed upstairs. There wasn’t much time to get ready for a trip abroad. Boss scrubbed his hands over his face and looked in the hall mirror. He was too old for this shit.
The front doorbell chimed, echoing in the massive foyer. His mansion had too many empty rooms. It wasn’t until now that he realized how sterile his home was. Graciella was right. He was just as lonely as her.
He opened the front door, El Diablo and Killian pushed through the doorway like two toddlers needing to be first.
“Dominican Republic?” asked Xavier.
“How long will we be gone?” asked Killian.
Boss took a deep breath. “I’m going to take a shower, pack a bag, then we’re all heading to the airport so we can save Bain.”
“You found what we need?” asked Killian.
Boss nodded.
“What about firepower?” asked Xavier.
“Everything’s already being arranged as we speak. We’ll pick up our guns as soon as we’re off the airplane. I have contacts on the island.”
“There were five more local deaths today,” said Killian as he dropped down in one of the armchairs.
Boss groaned. “You’re not fucking helping. We’re leaving in an hour. Make sure you’re both ready. Graciella’s on her way.”
