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Anywhere but the compound.
I pull around the circular drive, continuing under the gated entrance to the courtyard. But I won’t go any farther than that. I don’t want Juan Carlos assuming I’m staying just because I park my car in the garage.
That would be a stupid move.
It’s not time to kill him.
He’s already on my agenda, though it won’t happen soon enough to appease me. We need a little more shit on him before we can kill him without risking my grandfather retaliating against Lory and me.
Or just me…
In Eduardo Ignacio Maldonado Senior’s eyes, Lory is more useful. And no woman shall deny a high-ranking member of his cartel. That would defy his rules. He’d kill me for less.
The white stucco exterior and terracotta roof make the mega-mansion look as if my grandfather plucked it right out of the finer parts of Mexico and placed it behind twelve foot concrete walls. It’s a fortress for war, a stronghold filled with weapons and an army.
And I need it all before I make a major move against Estrada.
That means getting rid of Juan Carlos.
I detest the idea of waiting when I could easily walk into his house and kill him before anyone could stop me. But I have to play my part until the time is right.
I’m patient.
In this game for the long haul.
I’ll be the victor, too… As long as I keep my cards close to my chest and keep my few weaknesses hidden from the advisors. Once Juan is out of the picture, they’ll come for me, seeking their warped version of retribution.
We all know it will be a well-planed act. They’d turn on each other in a heartbeat to take over the Maldonado cartel.
My heels click against the imported tile floor, echoing through the expansive emptiness of the showy estate. I glance around, noting changes in the artwork on the walls and a new couch.
Looks like Juan is making himself at home already.
There are two other houses on the grounds, and one of them is where Juan is supposed to live. And stay. To my knowledge, he doesn’t have permission to move into the main house. Or change anything.
The artwork in the foyer alone is worth millions.
Was.
Now it’s gone.
Like so many other things...
I spent all of last month sorting through finances with Lory, only to discover that someone is skimming. It’s the accountant. I can see the trail plain as fucking day. But I can’t sneak into Silva Meadows to kill the Lennox bastard yet.
One war at a time, Jasper.
There are so many things on the back burner that I feel weighed down, nearly scraping my knuckles across the ground as I walk into yet another shit-show. I want to make an impulsive move, though I’m well aware each move hinges on the last.
If I jump too soon, I’ll fuck everything up.
And I’m not willing to die because I couldn’t wait.
Instant gratification is a finicky beast to tame, but delayed gratification is a sexy Adonis, teasing me as he dangles everything I’ve ever desired right in front of my face.
He’s a clit-tease. Fucking prick.
I walk down the hall toward my grandfather’s office, hoping to slip in and out with the documents I need. But like so many things... This one doesn’t work in my favor either.
