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“Nice.”
“Callum, can we get a move on?”
“Yes, dear.” Aliana exits the large SUV, but before she takes a step forward, I’m kissing her again. Passionate and quick, enough to steal the breath from her chest. “Are you sure you want to come?”
“Please.”
“Then give me your hand, love. You’re a Jameson now, and we don’t hide or cower.”
“Aye,” comes from the other two.
Giannis is a few feet away, smiling wide when we approach with a quiet Kray and Dwayne beside him. They have their weapons drawn, but I spot a smaller Glock at Martin’s hip. At my questioning stare, he shrugs sheepishly and hands it to Aliana. “Just in case.”
“Thank you,” she breathes out before stepping away from me and then hugging all three men; Kray nods to whatever she whispers. All I’m able to catch is Lindsey’s name, and I can’t blame the man for the gratitude shining in his eyes.
She’s his and has been missing just as long.
He already has orders to take a holiday as soon as we’re done here.
“Ada Rubens is Aliana’s kill. No one touches her, but she is not to escape. Is that understood?” Everyone taps their chest once in unison and then we’re moving, walking toward our respective posts. Archie and the Collado brothers will maintain the back while Giannis and Dwayne cover the sides, and the rest walk inside as if strolling through an open garden.
They don’t notice us at first. A grave mistake.
The man they hired to control my Venus is tossed at their feet with a clean slice across his neck. The gaping wound is large and gruesome, his body still warm, and the last of his blood trickles to the floor, creating the smallest of puddles. It’s almost cute.
“Henri!” Ada screams, her eyes widening at the corpse. The others follow suit, and yet it’s the older two of the trio that fail to look up. Gaspar is slowly trying to move away from them. They truly fail at being criminals. “What the hell is going on?”
“Hello, other,” Aliana says from beside me, and Rigo’s head snaps up a second before Ada Rubens’s. “How have you been?”
“Mamita, I’ve been so worried.” The tears begin, fake as the pearls around her neck. “How could you do this to your family? You killed my husband and now…now…” She pauses, a sob catching in her throat. I’m bored by her already. “How could you hurt me so? After everything I’ve done…fuck!” Ada’s scream is loud, a painful wail, and it’s because of the bullet to her right foot.
From experience, I know that stings.
“Tell the truth, or the next one will be to your face.” Aliana’s voice is devoid of all emotions. Her grip is firm, and I’m proud of her. “It’s time for you to come clean. No more bullshit.”
“I don’t know…” My girl shoots past her head and Ada shakes, almost falls if not for Rigo keeping her upright. “Stop shooting!”
“The truth, carajo!” A tear slips down her cheek, but she’s quick to wipe it away before retaking her stance. Her aim is now on her mum’s chest. “Tell them how you blame me for not wanting to marry the man slowly moving away from you. Tell them how you forced me to watch you unload a gun on my dad’s body, all the while saying I drove you to it. Tell them how you planned to make me abort this pregnancy before disappearing with the money to a private island while Gaspar made me his whore.”
Never have I wanted to strangle someone so much in my life. To literally deprive them of oxygen while their body shuts down and eyes bulge out of their head.
I take a step forward, my intent clear, but Casper and Aurora grab my arm, the latter of which shakes her head and mouths her kill.
“Go on, Mother. Show your true colors.”
“We were never meant to be parents, Aliana. That was our biggest downfall.”
“Agreed.”
My eyes shift to Kray when the oldest of the Collado brothers enters the building. I give them both the signal and they move quickly, one darting to the back where Lindsey is watching us from an office behind the three wankers. She’s awake, but tied up, and I know Aliana will be happy once Kray gets her out of here.
“Callum, please!” Flavio’s painful yell catches Rigo and Ada’s attention. They watch as Collado lifts Gaspar off the floor and walks over to a large, dirty sliding glass door. “I’ll disappear. I won’t touch her!”
“Boss?” Collado asks, and I nod. Not a second later, Gaspar goes through the side exit and then doesn’t move. He lies unconscious, small cuts littering his arms and face. Giannis is also there and while Rigo looks relieved, his son’s face holds so much ire. “Do we take him to the car?”
“Not yet.”
“As you wish, boss.”
