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“The gods say otherwise.”
I gave her a look before walking out, but I’d heed what she said. There was no doubt the game was about to reach a pinnacle.
I headed up the stairs, scanning the hallway before easing my weapon from the holster. The element of surprise was in my favor, although Rodriguez could quickly call for the same brutes who’d been with him at the restaurant. I had no doubt they remained close, likely engaged in carnal activity of their own while their boss took out his aggressions on an unsuspecting female. Kylie couldn’t possibly understand that he’d broken two women to the point neither recovered.
As I stood in front of the door, I hissed from hearing her muffled screams. Even with the noise reduction efforts Sophie had taken, nothing could hide the cries of horrific anguish. I kicked in the door, pointing the barrel of the weapon toward Sanchez’s head.
“What the fuck?” he snarled, snapping his head in my direction, smiling after realizing who’d caused the intrusion. “Well, well. How fascinating to find you here. Did you grow bored with that little woman you found for yourself?”
That was all the admittance I needed. I moved closer, staring down at the woman then to the bullwhip in his hand. She was gagged and restrained, writhing on the bed in extreme agony.
“You’re a sadistic son of a bitch, Rodriguez. You also crossed a line.”
“With her?” He laughed, tossing the whip aside then moving toward the bar positioned in the corner. “She’s bought and paid for, a real pain slut. Aren’t you, sugar?”
It was almost too much to stomach. While I liked it rough, enjoying inflicting a certain level of pain, the fucking asshole standing in front of me was nothing but a heinous pig who deserved to die. I could only imagine how he treated his wife.
“Untie her. She’s had enough.”
He almost choked on whatever cheap bourbon he was drinking. After coughing and wiping beads of liquor from his mouth, he tipped his head in my direction, studying the weapon in my hand. “Unless you pay me for a piece of her, she’s not leaving.”
“Then I have no issue shooting your balls off.” I lowered the weapon, lifting my eyebrow as I continued staring at him.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Montenegro? You barge in here acting as if you own the place. What I do in my private time is none of your fucking business.”
“Untie her and let her go. Now. We need to talk.”
When he hesitated, I straightened my arm.
“Christ, Montenegro. Why didn’t you make a damn appointment?” He cursed under his breath as he yanked a hunting knife from his trousers, slamming his drink on the bar then storming toward the girl. He wasn’t gentle about cutting her free, her cries almost forcing me to lose my patience. When she’d been cut loose, he shoved her hard toward the edge of the bed.
“Get the fuck out of here. I ain’t tipping you.” His accent was thick, dripping with anger and an excess of booze. He would have killed the girl had I not intervened.
I was surprised she was able to grab her skimpy clothes, throwing him a hateful look before limping out the door.
“Now, get to the point, Spaniard.”
The asshole having the nerve to call me that told me one thing.
He was bothered by my appearance.
“I thought I’d remind you of two very important things, Sanchez. One. You have a deadline fast approaching. I don’t give a shit what issues you might have in obtaining the supply; we have a deal that wouldn’t be in your best interest to break. And two. Fucking with me on any level is a huge mistake. Do you understand me?”
He took another swig of his drink as he stared at me. Then he burst into laughter. “Who pissed in your Wheaties this morning? Why the fuck would I blow a two-million-dollar deal?”
“Because you’re a snake trying to gain control by destroying my family. You should know by now that’s not going to happen.”
“I will assume you’re trying to insult me, but I take it as a compliment.” He narrowed his eyes, then smiled again. “I get it now. Someone threatened you. Well, it wasn’t me. I have issues of my own to deal with.”
“Like the loss of product?”
All it took was a single flash of anger to know I was right. His hot-blooded nature had given him a manic reputation. When he flexed his hand, darting a look toward the gun on the nightstand, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Go ahead and try it. You’ll be dead before you stretch out your arm.”
“What do you want from me, Montenegro? You’re starting to piss me off.”
I moved closer. “I was surprised to see you stayed in the Big Easy. That’s not your style. You rarely do grunt work yourself.”
