Page 91 of Sovereign Oaths

“I’d run if I were them.”

I exchanged a look with Javi. We already discussed that. If we arrived to find the boss’s mom and all her security dead, I’d get as far away as possible.

“How many are left in Mexico?” Marco’s brows furrowed. “How many are left at all?”

“From what they said, about twenty in Mexico, if they stuck around, and seventy to eighty here.” Javi glanced at me to double-check, and I nodded.

“That’s it?” Marco blew out a breath.

“Yeah, they’ve taken a lot of hits recently.” I couldn’t help but smirk.

That was an understatement. When we arrived, his numbers were in the two hundreds. Some left on their own, but most were killed.

“That’s another thing his men pointed out. Alessio’s made some very bad calls lately. He’s gotten his men killed unnecessarily, and those left are on the verge of revolting.” Javi paused. “They have the gang, Brazzi, and the Velez breathing down their necks. He can’t ignore the position he’s put himself in anymore. His men won’t let him.”

Marco shook his head. “One woman upset the entire Miami underworld. No, Florida.” He chuckled. “Maybe the entire South’s and East Coast’s underworld.”

“That’s our Em.” I grinned and caught Javi yawning. “Go sleep. We’ve got it.”

He stood and stretched. “Wake me if anything happens.”

I waved him out, and Marco scooted his chair over to the second laptop. I flipped through the feeds and trackers we had set up. Brazzi was at his house, and his men were spread throughout the city at his businesses. All normal.

Dias was slumped over a chair in his living room, two empty tequila bottles on the table and a glass in his hand. Only two guards patrolled the house. One of his warehouses was operating as expected. The other was on a skeleton crew. Deliveries were running behind, and it would only take a couple of days for his business to start hurting. Very few people cared about where they were getting their supplies, so long as they were getting what they expected when they expected.

If Dias couldn’t deliver, they’d move on to someone else.Like the Velez supplier moving into the area.

Our Pack didn’t waste a second now that we’d thinned out the threat. Rod didn’t need to say it. We saw the signs. We knew how the Velez worked better than most. They bought up the warehouses, one by one, until they owned entire blocks. They slowly pressed their rivals. Today, they surrounded Dias’s remaining two.

We didn’t know if he was aware. It didn’t matter. He’d know as soon as they wanted him to, if he lived that long.

“Who’s that?” Marco leaned forward, squinting at the screen.

I leaned over to watch the feed from the gate of Dias’s house. A car went through a moment later and parked. Then, a man got out of the backseat.

“Martin, the old second.” I recognized him immediately.

“What’s he doing there at seven in the morning?” Marco questioned as we watched him enter the house with a key.

He sighed when he spotted his boss and crossed the room, taking the glass from his hand and setting it onto the table. Dias didn’t move.

“Wake up!” he yelled, and Dias jerked.

“The fuck do you want?” he slurred.

“What the hell is the matter with you? Your entire world is crumbling, and you’re drinking yourself to sleep?”

Dias tried to sit up but slid to his other side. “Get out.”

“You need to pull your shit together, Alessio! Things are falling apart. Your men are ready to walk!”

He rubbed his face. “Stop yelling.”

Martin fell back on the couch. “You’re a pathetic excuse of a Dias. Your father would be ashamed.”

“I’m aware,” he grumbled.

“Your sister is dead. Your mother is dead. More than half your men are dead, and you do nothing!”

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