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On his hands are a number of silver and black rings. One of them represents his position in the Costilla Cartel, where he’s spent the last six years. Predominantly based in Sinaloa, Mexico.
“She’s a sweet piece of ass,” Nathan says, tossing Mack a beer.
Mack catches it and shakes his head, throwing it back. Tonight, he’s driving.
Meanwhile, I’m counting to ten in my head so I don’t pull out the Glock tucked into the back of my pants and shoot Nathan, the asshole.
He’s taunting me. Waiting for a reaction. He won’t get it. Okay, he might get it.
Fuck!
“Her brother is planning a coup. Cade Mancini is close to making a move, and it turns out Mia is one of his pawns.” I explain.
Nathan flicks his cap into a trash can. “He’s partnered up with Salvo ‘Sly’ Vitale.”
Decker curses. “Let me guess, Salvo gets the sister for his help with putting Cade in the top job.”
Nathan nods darkly.
“So, you what, proposed to save the mafia princess? What the hell am I missing here?” Decker asks, his humor fading. “Because you being so close to Mancini puts Nathan in a tenuous position, Barrett.”
I fucking know.
“And if someone figures it out and starts talking, then starts to look at your marine buddies, I’m fucked too,” he adds.
He’s right, but I took the risk anyway.
These gangsters won’t mess about either. They’ll shoot someone they suspect without digging deeper or waiting for an explanation.
If they did, it’s only because they’re playing with their food.
I curse. “Look, it’s been six fucking years. I can’t ask you guys to stay in there much longer. If you want to get out now, do it.”
“You’re not asking. I’m exactly where I need to be,” Nathan growls, finishing his beer and tossing it in the same trash can as the cap. Then he crosses the room to a sofa and sits. His legs wide, his hands dropping to his hips.
The tan holster over his black shirt presses into his muscular frame, a gold chain around his neck visible over his tats. He pulls out one of his Glocks and places it on the sofa next to him. Then sighs.
We’re all quiet.
Nathan’s brother was a victim of the Italian mafia. Killed because he couldn’t pay for the drugs one of the assholes gave him without permission.
He wants revenge as much as me.
But it’s a long game, and a dangerous one.
I turn back to Decker. “Mia told her father we were engaged the night after we met. Nothing to do with me. She wants her freedom. I took the opportunity that was laid out on a silver damn platter.”
“Night they fucked,” Mack helpfully corrects.
Nathan snorts.
I glare at both of them.
It’s becoming increasingly difficult to see her as just someone I fuck.
“Why would she do that?” Deck asks.
“She doesn’t want to go into the business. She loves her family, but the shit they do doesn’t sit well with her.” I can hear myself from their point of view, but I don’t stop talking. “She wants her freedom and has business ideas. Once I get the information I’m after, I’ll help her set up a new life.”
