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Martínez smiles a cheesy fucking smile with a gold-capped tooth on display, and all I can think about is knocking it out of his mouth. The urge to run up to Giana and wrap her in my arms, cover her with my body… It’s so strong that I’m fearful of fucking this whole thing up.
“Let the women go, and we can talk about it. I can tell you in good faith that if you want to negotiate with us, you’re going to be gaining much more than without us. But I refuse to negotiate with a man who is holding women captive.” My father’s words are cool and straight to the point, and I know in this moment that I will never be even half as good a man as he is.
Martínez seems to ponder on the words, letting them ruminate in his mind and keeping us all waiting.
Moments that feel like hours pass by before Martínez finally speaks up again, and I gulp down my pestering need to end him. There’s a time and a place, and it isn’t when Giana is standing as the barrier between him and me.
“One can go. The other stays with me through negotiations,” he says.
“Giana,” I say at the same time he nods at Enzo.
“Let that one go. She’s worthless here. Lucky, but worthless.”
“No!” Remi screams and thrashes in Enzo’s arms before he shoves her to the ground.
“Remi, fucking go!” Giana screams at her friend. “Get out of here now,” she says, this time a bit calmer. “Please.” Fear and terror and complete disarray show in Giana’s eyes as she pleads with Remi. “Please!”
Remi lets out a scream as Leo moves to pick her up and then carries her away from the unit while we all keep our guns trained on Enzo and Martínez.
I want to demand for Enzo to tell me why the fuck he did this. Why did he contribute to this fucking war? He went against us, and with the cartel of all organizations. I don’t have time to focus on how he betrayed our family. That can come later.
“We’re prepared to bend at your mercy,” my father says as I look at Giana.
She’s kept her focus on me this entire time—aside from when she was begging Remi to listen. The sadness inside those pretty blue orbs hits me like a fucking grenade. And all I want to do is feel her in my arms, console her, tell her everything will be fine.
But lying to her is something I’ve sworn I’d never do.
Not again.
Not after all of my deception in the beginning.
Not when I don’t even know if she will ever forgive me for the things I’ve done.
I focus on her, keeping Martínez in my sight as well as I try to dull the pain in my chest.
“This is too good of an opportunity to pass up. But my oh my…two feuding families with the same goal? You men love this bitch so much. I have to say, the pussy wasn’t all that great. Not sure exactly what all this commotion is about.”
I step forward, and my father’s hand comes out to stop me, his palm slamming so hard into my chest that the wind is knocked out of me momentarily.
“Time is ticking, Martínez. What’s your price?” My father is getting impatient, and I try to figure out how I can use this to my advantage.
“I think it’s me who has the upper hand here, amigo.” Martínez flashes that fucking smile of his again, and I have to remind myself that I’ll get to gut him in due time.
“More!” Remi screams from behind us, and I keep my eyes on Martínez and my woman as some of our men divert their attention to Remi.
“We’ve got incoming,” Leo says. “Blood Syndicate are approaching on both sides out here, fellas. Get into fucking position.”
The sound of tires braking on gravel fills the space, and seconds later, the entire scene is alive with the sounds of rapid gunfire coming from all directions.
The commotion startswith a series of rapid gunfire as at least ten or fifteen more cars speed up and stop on the gravel road in front of the unit.
Adrenaline courses through my veins as bullets fly through men right before my eyes. Martínez yanks me into the corner as he continues holding me in front of him.
Dante moves closer, and suddenly, the world slows. Everything happening around us fades into the background, and in some ironically cinematic display of fucked up, Dante is all I see.
His eyes snap to mine as he holds his weapon in front of him. He’s screaming something, spit flying from his lips, but I hear nothing besides the gunfire in the air.
My bones are tired.
