Page 71 of Cross Point

“Are you sure the ties to this will trace back to them?” Javier asked in a calm, dispassionate voice.

“I know how to do my job,” Pamela snapped.

“If you did, I wouldn’t have had to come out here, now would I?” Javier’s eyes narrowed on the blonde.

Pamela huffed out a breath. “Look, I didn’t know Billy would screw up and leave Alan Browning’s body where the police would find it. And how the hell was I supposed to know that Alice Jensen told her boyfriend about the laundering deal we had set up? She’s to blame for Browning’s involvement.”

“They were your problem to deal with,” Javier snarled.

“And I did,” Pamela replied coldly.

Javier got in her face. “No, I took care of it. And it’s a big risk for me to be here, given my ties to the Azules cartel. We can’t have the Zafiro Corporation tracing back to Azules.”

“It won’t.”

“You’d better make sure, or it will end very badly for you and your entire family.”

“Don’t threaten me!” Pamela snapped.

Javier slapped her. Hard. She let out a startled cry as her head snapped to the side from the impact and she stumbled on her heels. “You’re lucky you’re a good fuck for an ice queen, or I would have just let you deal with this shit.”

Pamela bristled in indignation, then she launched herself at Javier. Trinity raised her gun and took aim. Her lips curled in disgust as she watched Pamela and Javier share a brutal kiss.

Sick.

Some women were just too stupid to live.

It made Trinity want to gag as the blonde rubbed her body against the hitman. She wanted to shoot them both just for making her watch their disgusting make-out session.

Pamela pulled back, rubbing her hand over Javier’s chest. “Don’t worry, lover. I’ve set it up so in a few days I’ll discover that Alice, Billy, and Alan have been working together to steal from my company. I’ve deleted all traces of the Zafiro Corporation from our records. After the investigation is over, we can begin funneling the Azules cartel’s money through a new shell company. No one will know anything we don’t want them to. Now, we have fifteen minutes to get out of here before this place blows. After tonight, all of this will be a bad memory.”

Shit.

Time had just run out.

Jackson tapped Trinity on the shoulder and motioned to her that his men were in place. She gave him a nod, and both of them rose at the same time, taking aim.

“CIPD! Put your weapon down!” Jackson ordered.

Trinity didn’t even bother to sigh. The bad guys never listened.

Javier Vega’s gun swung up to take aim at Jackson, but Trinity was faster. She shot him in the head and watched his body fall to the ground. Multiple gunshots filled the air as Jackson’s men returned fire from the men Javier Vega had brought with him to the island. Pamela’s screams mixed with the sounds of gunfire until all that was left were her hysterical sobs as she lay curled up on the ground.

Carlos Sanchez and Noah Diaz came out of the darkness, moving in to kick guns out of the fallen cartel member’s hands and cuff the ones who were still alive.

“You okay, Lt.?” Noah called out.

“We’re fine,” Jackson confirmed. “Damn it, Trinity. Couldn’t you have left him alive?”

“No,” she said over her shoulder as she moved quickly into the area where the dead bodies lay. A shout had her turning her head, and she saw they had missed one cartel member in the firefight.

Son of a bitch.

He had her in his crosshairs.

The sound of three gunshots reverberated through the air, making Trinity tense as she waited for the pain to come. Only, there was none. She sucked in a deep breath when she realized that she wasn’t hurt and watched the gunman fall to the ground, dead. Finn and Tony strode out of the shadows grinning at her.

“What? You shouldn’t have invited us to the party if you didn’t want us to play,” Finn said.

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