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Jax opened the door to my car and I climbed inside. My jaw was clenched so firmly that I thought I might grind my teeth to stumps.
‘Drive,’ I snapped to my driver as soon as Jax was inside the car too.
‘Everything okay, amigo?’ Jax asked.
‘Carmichael is a fucking snake,’ I hissed.
‘Well, I could have told you that,’ he said. ‘What happened?’
I leaned back in my seat and relayed most of my conversation with Foster Carmichael, all except what he’d said about how I would never be able to trust Alana.
ALEJANDRO
Walking into the warehouse, I nodded a greeting to Jax, who stood smoking a cigarette near the entrance.
‘Are they all in there?’ I asked.
‘Yup. And suitably shitting their pants, amigo,’ he said with a flash of his eyebrows.
‘Good,’ I growled. They’d be doing more than that by the time I was finished with them.
I walked into the large open space, with Jax following close behind me. He flicked then end of his lit cigarette into the distance and the four men standing in the center of the room turned when they heard our footsteps. I could smell the fear even from thirty paces away.
As they stepped aside, the sight behind them came into view. A single chair with a naked man strapped to it. There was also a single table, full of all manner of surgical instruments. I took off my suit jacket and placed it on the table before removing my cufflinks and putting them down beside it.
The man tied to a chair let out a muffled cry through the rag stuffed into his mouth. The four men who were standing moved to form a line directly in front of me as I started to unbutton my shirt. They stared at me, their eyes wide with fear as they watched me. These men weren’t my enemies, but they feared me just as much, and they had every reason to.
‘Can any of you tell me why the fuck that isn’t Blake Fielding tied to that chair?’ I asked them.
‘He’s disappeared, Boss,’ Anton said.
‘He was in the wind before we could get a lead on him,’ Kain added.
I nodded as I slid my shirt over my shoulders and placed it beside my jacket. I looked up at them, searching each of their faces for something that might make me any less angry, but I found nothing. ‘So, you’re telling me, that some low-life, scum-sucking Cabrón from Chicago, has avoided four of my best fucking men?’ I barked.
‘We’ve got his cousin, Boss-' Anton started.
‘His cousin? I don’t want his fucking cousin. I want him!’ I snarled. ‘And the fact that you have brought me here tells me that his cousin knows fuck all, or you would have extracted that information from him yourselves, wouldn’t you? Or are you all so fucking incompetent, you can’t even do that now?’
‘He’s given us some other leads to chase, Boss,’ Anton said.
I stepped towards him, pressing my face closer to his. ‘Leads? It’s been a fucking week and all you have is leads? Are you fucking shitting me?’
The four of them shuffled uncomfortably, looking at the floor and their feet, while Blake’s cousin continued to whimper in the background.
‘Fucking look at me when I’m talking to you,’ I snarled.
They lifted their heads until their eyes met mine. ‘You do realize that this hijo de puta threatened my wife? He put his hands on my fucking wife!’ I shouted, the noise echoing around the empty warehouse. Three of them visibly flinched but Anton remained steadfast. He had worked for me for longer than any of them. He was loyal and he was trustworthy, and usually he was good at his job.
‘You have fucking let me down,’ I glared at him.
He simply nodded. ‘I know, Boss.’
He had barely finished his sentence when I punched him square in the jaw. He staggered backwards and fell onto the floor.
‘We’ll find him, Boss,’ Kain said as he stepped forward.
‘Oh, I know you fucking will. Because you will not set foot back in this city until you have that fucker with you!’
