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Three years, huh?
Why are you still opening the letters?
My theory is that you haven’t grieved. Don’t deny it, I know you better than anyone. I know it’s hard to let go or let others know you’re hurting. I hope the twins and Seth are checking on you often because if they’re not, I’ll go and haunt them.
Reach out to your parents. I know you think they’re too busy with their other children and they don’t need your problems on top of that. However, they are three loving adults who can handle all six of you and more.
Did you organize a party to celebrate my life?
I hope you did. My family should be a part of the celebration. I don’t know what’s happening with the St. Jameses, but I hope they’re not falling apart. Look after them, please.
Love always,
Archer
ChapterThirty-Two
Him
April 6th
Have I been like this all my adult life? Thirsty for blood and vengeance?
The thirst for vengeance is against my father and no one else. I do everything he orders to keep him happy. I’m not his right hand, but he trusts me to enforce what he calls justice.
I’m a fucking cold-blooded assassin.
This isn’t sustainable. I need to get out of here. I’ve been researching all about Ricardo Zamudio and his cartel. Derek wasn’t wrong. I have to find a way to kill him and the cartel, or I’ll have to hide for the rest of my life. Plus, if I don’t finish them, they’ll rebuild the empire.
There are several rumors in the mercenary forums about The Zamudio Cruzes cartel. One of them is that someone infiltrated and destroyed them three years ago.
It’s obvious that the information they have is inaccurate. Ricardo Zamudio has contingency plans to disappear when things are not going his way, and for the past three years, he’s been hiding.He’s rebuilding the cartel, and I’m sure he’ll do it as many times as it’s necessary.
So many of the discussions he had with his people make sense. The way he hides his money, plans for contingencies, and structures his organization. If only I could get my hands on the servers where he has all the information.
For three years, I’ve been living with him and learning how he keeps himself afloat even though they try to eliminate him. It makes me wonder what my role was before I lost my memory. Three years ago, when they almost eliminated the Zs, I was involved, but I don’t understand what my role was. I’ve been trapped in my head without knowing who I am or what I’m supposed to do—kill Ricardo Zamudio or be loyal to him.
Eliminate him. You have to destroy him.
Something has to happen soon. I hate working for the Zs, more so when innocent people are involved. My current mission is to convince the people who own a farm to leave peacefully. If I fail, I have to call my father so he can send people to kill them and destroy their crops.
This wouldn’t be the first time I kill under his orders, but it’d be the first time I take the lives of innocent people.
Eliminating assholes isn’t a problem. However, it isn’t right to kill hard-working people so my family can use their land to grow drugs.
Who was I before? Did I grow a conscience the moment I lost my memory?
What would old me do in this case?
I have no fucking idea. There’s no digital print of me online. I’ve tried everything, and nothing comes up. My asshole brothers have profiles on all social media outlets. There’s not a trace of me.
I don’t think I’m who they say, I tried the missing children posts and databases in several countries, and there’s nothing about me.
Does no one miss me?
Fortunately, my father sends me alone to Costa Rica. I have plenty of time to plan my escape. If I’m able to do it, I’ll come back to kill them later. I park the old truck my father lends me close to Derek’s old house. Then go to his hideaway, where I load his laptop, credit cards, and everything I might need in his SUV.
I’m not sure if I can escape, but after I’m done with this job, I’m going to try to get the fuck out of here. There’s a guy in Belize who can help me create a new identity.
