Page 132 of Falcon's Prey

“Just ‘cause you’re allergic to some vitamin D doesn’t mean other women should have the same deficiency.”

If looks could kill, Bas would be dead at my feet, but what good would that do me? It took years of training to mold him into my right hand, years of breaking the chains of his righteous pedigree upbringing. It took blood, sweat, tears, and lots of bone breaking to make him into the beast before me. Well, I broke everything but that pretty face of his…and his dick. He begged me not to break his dick.

“So beautiful yet deadly.”

It was much easier to follow an angel into heaven than the devil into hell—too bad looks could be deceiving.

“Let’s go. We don’t want to be late. You know how temperamental these men can get,” I said.

I walked out of my room, leaving Bastian to lock up. If he wanted to have a key to my room, he might as well be of use.

The sun was out full blast, the hot rays burning me through my gear. I hated warm locations. It was such an inconvenience to cover up just to hide all my weaponry. When I got to the last step, years of training was the only reason why I didn’t gape. There, tall, slim, hair as dark as mine, stood Damian.

Damian had a scowl on his handsome face, looking down at me from head to toe. “Why aren’t you dressed in something more appealing than your commando getup?”

I guess he meant something like his. He was in a pair of Bermuda shorts, loafers, and a light white shirt.

“You can tell them I’m your bodyguard.”

“Speaking of guard dogs, where is yours?” Damian fell into step with me, his sunglasses blocking the sun’s glare.

I didn’t wear them, especially not on a day like today. I didn’t need my eyesight hindered.

“I’m right next to you, which you would have noticed if it weren’t for the glasses,” Bas said, coming from out of the shadows.

A small smile passed between us.

“Good thing I have the Sect’s top two dogs,” Damian spat.

There was no point in answering him. One day, he would get what was coming. Revenge was a dish best served cold, and mine had been freezing for years. If I closed my eyes, I could still see droplets of blood in the snow.

“Mis amigos.” Damian opened his arms in greeting at the men seated at the table.

Casting my eyes over them, I saw Sergio at the back with his most trusted mercenary, Robinson, who was an expert with scissors—he liked to take out the trachea.

Next to Sergio was a man who’d recently taken over for the old Chihuahua cartel. Julian Rivera. Seated next to him was his son and behind them Lobo, his son’s second-in-command.

Next to them was a man I hadn’t seen in a year. He wasn’t Latin like the rest of them, nor Russian like me; he was English. There was a cruel smile on his face, making those amber eyes light up with wicked delight. I didn’t have to turn to Bastian to know he was smirking at me. My eyes left Gideon’s as quickly as they landed on him, effectively dismissing him.

“Hello, Petal. You can’t deign yourself to say hello?” he quipped with that smooth accent of his. “Or can you only do that if I’m chained up?”

The men at the table all looked at me, some with more interest than others. Sergio always looked at me like I was his next meal. Rivera was a piece of shit who thought women were better left in the kitchen, and his son looked like he wanted to give me a wild ride. With one quick look at Bas, he pulled out the chair in between Damian and Gideon.

“You wouldn’t know what to do with me otherwise.”

I threw a carefree smile, crossed my legs, and didn’t say a word as these men planned on how to take over the world. I caught sight of the intricateStattooed on Damian’s forearm. The Sekten—an alliance, a shield, and a warning. A mockery of what it once was.

“Por que tan calladita?” Julian Jr. teased.Why so quiet?

I couldn’t let them know that while they discussed their biggest rivals, all I saw was potential allies. So I smiled and gave them what they wanted.

“With the Sect at your back, no one will be able to touch you. Daran mas miedo que ni el mismo Diablo.”You’ll be feared more than the Devil himself.

All the men nodded in agreement. Damian didn’t even bother to look at me while I felt a slight touch on my knee. The reaction caused me to sit up straighter. Turning my head to glare at the man responsible, he was already grinning at me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, turning to the man who made my blood boil.

Rivera and Sergio, I knew they wanted to expand their cocaine empire, and we had the resources to bypass any government.Feared by all, bowed to none.But Gideon was a mercenary, a lethal one. One who was crazy enough to do the contracts no one else dared touch. They called him the lone wolf because he had no alliance. No mob, cartel, or government was watching his back. It was rare to survive in this world on your own.

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