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“I’ve got to go. I’ll see you soon.”

“Bye.” I quickly hung up, and Marco sat up, chuckling.

“I’m so glad we’re on your good side. You’re evil.”

I winked. “Don’t forget it.”

He shook his head as he leaned back. “This should be interesting.”

“Hopefully, no one gets killed this time.”

CHAPTER 12

Marco

The straightforward mission we’d been assigned weeks ago had taken on too many moving parts, pulling our focus in directions none of us expected, Rod included.

We weren’t surprised, but definitely annoyed.The Italian resurfaced like the cockroach he was.

“He was barely a footnote on our list in the beginning,” Cruz whined as we staked out Brazzi’s restaurant on Miami Avenue. It was past midnight, and we were both tired, ornery, and wishing we were back in bed with our girl. “I bet if he hadn’t spoken to Em on the first night, we wouldn’t be dealing with all of this.

“But he did, so here we are.” Wasting breath complaining wouldn’t change things.

Even with the additional teams the Pack sent in, we were spread too thin. Our sole focus should be helping Em in any way possible, not waiting for a signal to add a tracker to Brazzi’s fourth car.

The bastard kept popping up with new ones. Either he was an aficionado, or he was suspicious someone was watching him. Possibly both.

From what the teams observed, he was much more careful than anyone expected. He wasn’t a newbie like Dias, yet he didn’t have the backing of the Italian mob. He wasn’t operating alone—we were sure of that—but we didn’t know where he got his support.

Maybe that would all come out soon, but so far, it didn’t seem to be worth dedicating hours of work to figuring out.

He was a slippery fucker, and it was beginning to piss us all off.

We could have ignored him and let him run his illegal empire in peace, but he made one very large mistake by going after our girl. Now he was on our enemy list. Not that El Lobo minded us removing additional competitors while we were here.

Getting the approval to take him out when he exceeded his usefulness was one of the greatest emails we’d ever received. But we’d let him drive Dias crazy for a while longer.

Cruz’s phone lit up with a new message.

“Clear,” he announced before slipping out of the passenger side and calmly walking past Brazzi’s hideous orange Lotus.

He tripped, looked at his untied shoes, and dropped to his knees. His arm ducked under the car and placed the tracker in a move so smooth I doubt anyone would have noticed if they weren’t watching for it.

He continued down the block, and I waited for him to be out of view before starting the car and turning down the next street to pick him up, only he wasn’t there.

I pulled over, ignoring the no parking signs, and waited. He couldn’t have gotten caught. Maybe he saw something.

Less than a minute later, he rounded the corner and jogged over.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Brazzi came out with a man telling him an unexpected delivery came in so their previous pick-up date should be pushed forward.”

“That’s it?”

He pulled his seat belt on. “Yeah. Brazzi was thrilled and said he would make calls. They didn’t say anything else.”

An unexpected delivery as in the arrival or the contents? What would Brazzi receive that would make him so excited?

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