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At the moment, we know he’s planning shit. We just don’t know what, and if I end him now like I want to, I won’t find out.
I also don’t want to end his ass when I don’t have solid evidence on him because it would fracture the relationship we have with our allies.
The motherfucker knows to keep under the radar in such a way that we can’t figure out his movements. But I knew what I was up against when dealing with this family.
One and the same took me captive for all that time and no one knew who was responsible. It’s people like that who can give people like me and all the tech the Knights hold at their fingertips a run for their money.
But the moment I find out what Diego is up to and contain it, he’s fucking dead. I’ll make an example out of him.
I reach the top of the stairs and see him. He’s moved away from the balcony now and is standing by the long casement windows.
There’s no one else up here because the area is sealed off. But it’s not off limits to us.
Diego has his hands in his pockets and is staring out at the Boston skyline.
He looks at me with a smirk on his face when I reach him and turns so his back is against the glass.
I think of how easy it would be to kick him through it. He’d fall fifty feet straight to his death.
“Señor Volkova, what a lovely night to be out.” His voice takes on a sing-song edge of mockery I don’t like.
“Indeed.” I keep my voice measured and my focus sharp.
He grins back. “Wives are interesting creatures, aren’t they?” He inclines his head, gesturing toward the dance floor.
“They are.”
“I met my Giuliana when I was eighteen. We got married a year after. I would have married her the first moment we met, though. I knew she was the one.” He smiles wide, takes out a cigarette, and lights up, blowing a ring of smoke toward me.
“Good for you.” I look him up and down, sizing him up.
If he’s here for a fight, he won’t win because although he’s the same height as me, he doesn’t even come close in muscle.
“Diego, please don’t fuck with me. I didn’t come here to talk about how lovely the night is, or your wife. So, cut to the chase. You know I hate bullshit.”
He laughs. “And there I was trying to be civil with you, my new leader. Maybe trying to make up for the past sins of my father.”
I step closer and draw in a deep breath. “You know what, you say sins of your father, but for all I know, you could have been there, too. As far as I’m concerned, you were. You knew about it.”
“Isn’t that a little farfetched? I have receipts that state I was either in Mexico or Argentina for pretty much the whole time. I knew nothing about your captivity until my father told me a few years ago. I swear to you, amigo, that is the truth.”
I press my lips together then blow out a ragged breath. “You know what? It doesn’t matter to me one way or the other. The results are still the same.”
“For you. I give you credit. You set out to do something, and you did it. Punished us whether we deserve it or not. Just like a Knight. But I lost more than you know.”
“In what ways,amigo?” I borrow the word and the carefree tone he used to address me.
He inches closer. “Let me let you in on a secret. You see, to everyone else, my father had a terrible accident. People believe his heart gave out as he was admiring the view of his villa. But they don’t know I was with him. I injected him with a solution that causes momentary paralysis and leaves no trace behind after an hour. It was just enough to give him the little push he needed when he fell through the window.” He raises his palms as if what he’s just confessed is nothing more than a discussion of the weather.
This asshole killed his father, and the psycho is staring back at me with a bright smile on his face.
“You killed him.”
“Yeah. My father was a nasty son of a bitch, so I would say we have an enemy in common.”
“How so?”
“The cartel was always the goal. We’ve all wanted it. He was jealous that Santiago created it and rose to power the way he did. My father was having an affair with Esperanza and pulling all the strings in the background, so fuck knows what he did to Santiago. I had my suspicions about that but kept quiet because I didn’t want to screw myself over. Then I found out he raped my wife. I wanted the cartel, and I believed I was going to get it, but when I confronted him about what he did to my wife, he took steps to write me out of his will so my cousin would get everything. I wasn’t going to allow him to do that to me. The Navarro empire was always supposed to be mine, so I took my vengeance. Except now,youhave it.”
