Page 23 of Bound to the Crime Lord

The poisonous rage poured into my system like a thick black tar. It scorched my insides, filling me with an anger that was as hot as Satan’s fire.

“How is it possible that we are still getting hit time and time again? We change the routes and they still manage to catch on. What the fuck is going on?”

“We have a mole.”

An eerie silence fell over us.

“A mole.” I had been having my suspicions. Ever since my father’s assassination four years ago, I had a feeling that there had been an inside hand at play. I didn’t want to believe that anyone in the Brotherhood could betray me in such a heinous way.

“Yes, I believe that we have someone telling The Triads information about where the shipments are going and how they are moving. There are only a handful of people who have access to such information, and I’ve already begun looking into possible names.”

Blood. That was what I wanted to taste when the culprit was revealed. My knife had been dying to be dipped in blood. Now was the perfect time.

“And do we know where they operate from?”

Rigo shook his head. “We are working towards locating their base, but as far as we know, they are just freeloaders. They have no real base. They just tend to wander around, destroying operations of various organizations.”

“Organization.”

“Sorry?” He looked at me confused.

“Savina Baratelli has yet to be hit, which means that they are only attacking me. If they truly were after power, the dismantling of the four families would be their top priority. After Savina and Andres wed, they became the most powerful family on the East Coast. Combined, they have far more power than we do.”

He nodded his head in agreement. “And we are yet to hear of any commotion going on that side. I will keep digging and I will scale down the transport team.”

I grunted my agreement.

I picked up my file to get back to the work I had been preoccupied with previously when I heard a loud bang that shook the entire club building.

Rodrigo and I stood from our seats, our guns already drawn.

“What was that?”

Rigo was already racing to the door to ask the guards posted outside. They had their guns drawn and looked just as confused as we were.

I looked at my security monitor and saw a large hole in the damn wall of my nightclub downstairs.

The rage that had only just now begun to quell surged forward and flooded my system. My grip on the handle of my gun tightened.

With each second that ticked, I felt the rage torch more of my system. Rigo walked back inside and came to stand behind me. He stared at the monitor in silence.

“Find whoever is responsible for this and bring them to me, now!” The rage boiled my blood, only adding to the bloodlust.

I had let these little nuisances have their fun for far too long. If war was what they wanted, then war was what I was going to give them.

Chapter Eleven

Juliette POV

Ipushed the door to the penthouse open and my muscles screamed from the action. I had just come off an 18-hour shift and my brain and body were tired. I loved my job, but it was taxing on the mind and heart. Thankfully, I hadn’t lost anyone while on call, but I did have to treat a severe burn wound patient who was only 2 years old.

Thinking about that little girl’s screaming and writhing in pain still sent chills down my spine. I hated seeing anyone in pain, but children were a very big sore spot for me.

I walked into the apartment and headed straight for the kitchen. I had bought a slice of chocolate cake from the little Parisian patisserie three blocks away. It was the one thing I had been looking forward to all—No. Fucking. Way.

I stood in the archway of the kitchen in complete and utter astonishment. Standing behind the marble counter was a shirtless Manuel. But he wasn’t just standing, no… The asshole was eating my slice of cake.

“Bonsoir, amor.” He stuffed a forkful of cake into his mouth. “How was work?”

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