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Even in her sleep, she is fucking perfection.
Leaving a note and my credit card on her nightstand, I pull the sheet up to her shoulders and gently kiss her temple.
Quietly, I close the bedroom door and walk to the end of hall and enter the passcode on the locked door. Stepping inside, the sensors cause the lights to flicker on. Grabbing two 9mm Lugers, I tuck them into my waistband at the back of my pants before putting two extra magazines in the pocket of my jacket.
Stepping from the mini armory, I pull the door shut as quietly as possible. I give the handle a jiggle to ensure it’s locked, and head down to the garage to meet Andres and Eduardo.
Both of my men are waiting for me in the garage when the elevator doors open. Walking to the far side of the garage, Andres pops the trunk to a late-model, black, BMW. He grabs masks for the three of us. Climbing into the car, I take a seat in the rear.
I can’t fight off an attack I don’t see coming. I won’t make the same mistakes my father made.
“We should be to the shipyard in about thirty minutes,” Andres informs me from behind the steering wheel.
“And the boat?” I question.
“Arriving in an hour,” Eduardo responds, “According to our guy in customs, several guys from the Cardenas family are already waiting for the container.”
“Good,” I nearly hear Andres smile in anticipation at my response.
Maybe a fucking blood bath will teach them to keep their shit out of my fucking city.
I pull my mask over my head as we approach the security gates.
You don’t run the largest international drug cartel in secret if everyone knows what your face looks like.
Two men who work for my cartel have seen my face – Andres and Eduardo. The rest have only ever seen me covered in a black ski mask with mesh to cover my eyes and a skeleton printed across the face. Most have also never seen Andres or Eduardo’s faces either.
At eighteen, I killed the man who murdered my family, and resumed my birthright – The Diaz Cartel. Taking my mother’s name, I immigrated to the United States and became a true American success story. A poor immigrant to New York City’s most eligible billionaire bachelor. Alejandro Marcano, ruthless CEO of the world’s most successful import and export corporation.
Not my fault no one suspects the world’s largest legitimate import and export business is also the world’s largest narcotics supplier.
“Up here,” I tap Andres’s shoulder, “On the right. We’ll walk the rest of the way.”
Pulling on my gloves, the three of us climb from the car and walk toward the boat dock where the Cardena’s shipping container will be unloaded. There are four men waiting, needing to unload their shipment before Customs has an opportunity to search it.
Andres pulls his knife from the holster on his waistband, as Eduardo and I both pull our guns. Silently stalking toward the unsuspecting men, we are within feet of them before they notice we are coming. Raising my arms, I fire both pistols, shooting a bullet into the torso of two of the men. Eduardo fires his gun at the back of the third man’s head, killing him instantly. The fourth man never sees Andres coming when he slashes his neck from behind.
Standing over one of the two men I shot, I fire again. This bullet goes through the center of his forehead. It is immediately echoed by Eduardo finishing the other guy.
Walking to the man with the slit throat, he is still struggling for his last breath as he drowns in his own blood. A gurgled groan bubbles from his throat when I shove my gloved finger into his wound. Sliding my finger across his forehead, I ensure the Cardenas cartel knows exactly who was responsible for the death of their men.
“It’s a good fucking thing your last name wasn’t Hernandez,” Andres jokes when he looks down at the man he killed and my handywork.
“Funny,” I deadpan, “You should go on tour with that comedic act of yours.”
The three of us make our way back to the car, ensuring that we aren’t seen. We will be long gone by the time the police arrive. And when they find this car, it’ll be an inferno in Bushwick.
No face.
No identity.
Untraceable.
Leaving the shipyard, I pull my mask and gloves off, tossing them onto the seat beside me.
Andres drops me a few blocks from my office, and I walk the rest of the way, stopping for a coffee on my way. My car has been parked in the garage for about an hour, the GPS providing me with an alibi in the event it is needed in the future.
Sipping my coffee in the elevator, I look at my watch.
