Page 6 of The Savage King


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When Nathan nods, I curse.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I run a hand over my mouth. “Where is he?”

When Nathan shakes his head ever so slightly,

I connect the dots. No wonder all three of them are so tense. They don’t know where he is.

We’ve finally found Carlos and they’ve lost him.

Does he know he’s been ousted?

Fucking hell.

We’re all standing out in the open at one of the most volatile gangster weddings of the decade. Connor’s archenemy is the most trusted member of the Mancini mafia; for all I know, he’s aware of who we are.

Who I am.

Holy fucking hell.

The violinist starts playing the intro to the wedding march, letting us know the bridal party is on the way.

My brain is still spinning.

Nathan turns to the wall, feigning a cough. “Whatever happens, stay back. I’m compromised and this could turn to shit at any point. But... it was good seeing you, bro.”

What?

Compromised, and yet he’s standing right here.

Obviously, a lot has gone down over the last few days, and that’s all the update I’m going to get. But what I do know is that he has no problem breaking cover if shit breaks loose and Nathan’s advice to stay back is his way of telling me I can remain undercover should I choose.

I do choose.

One of the biggest shipments of human trafficking I’ve learned of is about to arrive in Mexico. Nothing is going to stop me from saving those women.

And probably children.

The corner of my lip lifts in disgust.

Then I wipe it away.

This is why I’m still in Mexico.

After six years, I honestly thought Carlos was a ghost. That we would never find him, but apparently, I was wrong. Meanwhile, I’ve been working to make amends for my past.

Taking responsibility for a decision I’ll always regret.

“Got it,” I say as Nathan slides his hands into his pockets and turns to lean back on the fence again.

I uncross and cross my ankles, allwhatever.

The wedding party starts walking down the aisle. Leading the way is a cute little dark-haired girl tossing petals around, amusing the guests. Then the bridesmaids—

Woah.

“Fuck me. Who is that?” I push away from the wall and take in the gorgeous blonde.

She looks like an angel. A naughty angel, I realize as her eyes connect with mine. I smirk at her as I tip my hat, and she grins. Then she continues her walk towards Mack and Connor and my eyes don’t leave her for a second.

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