Page 193 of Master of My Life

“Did you know it was a girl?”

Sydney shook her head. “I had a feeling, but they wouldn’t tell me until we got here.”

“Is that how you normally do business?”

She shrugged. “I respect people’s need for discretion. It’s why they call me.”

“What if it hadn’t been a little girl?”

Sydney raised her brows. “What are you suggesting?”

“What if it had been something less noble?”

“I’m no prude. I take jobs if they sound interesting or pay well. Or both. Not because of the

nobility of them.” She jerked her head toward the compound. “Hell, I think I retrieved something for

this guy a few years ago.”

Chase frowned. She had no loyalties. She was a mercenary.

“I wouldn’t ask you to help with a job that was less than upstanding, Chase. I hope you know

that.”

How would she know if it was an upstanding job or not if she took them unseen? He clenched his

jaw and stared at the building, trying to understand how this was the same person he went to school

with.

A door opened on the second floor and a man stepped out onto a covered balcony. His dark skin

was a stark contrast to his white suit. The man lit a cigar and leaned against the wall, looking out onto

the expansive green lawn in front of him.

“That’s Castel DeSousa,” Sydney said in a low voice. “He’s in charge.”

DeSousa? “Give me the binoculars.” The man who had taken Sabrina had that last name. “He’s

with the cartel?” He glanced at Sydney.

“Yeah. Just inherited a crapload of business and property a few months back and got this place.

He used to live in a dump across town. Guess his brother got killed or something, and he was second

in line.”

Chase’s body tensed. “He had a brother?”

“Yeah, that’s who he—Chase, do you know him?”

“What was his name? The brother?” Chase didn’t care that his tone was sharp. The clenching in

his stomach told him Sydney was holding information back from him.

“Um . . .” She squinted and tilted her head. “Ramon, I think.”

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