Page 8 of Twin Deception

“But that doesn’t mean I won’t have to travel and find her somewhere else.”

“It does, actually. It does mean that you won’t have to go anywhere. She’s in Acapulco.”

Huh.That did simplify things. “Was she supposed to travel here with Louis?”

“No. Louis wasn’t ever supposed to stay there, anyway, just to stop in on his way south.”

I shrugged. That far into his plans wasn’t any of my business or concern. All I ever had to focus on was how to intercept and eliminate a target at the first possible location and opportunity.

“I’m sending you what I have now,” he said with a sigh, as ifIwere the one being difficult. He was out of line, changing things last-minute. I wasn’t sure I trusted it.

“And a revised contract?” I asked. “You'd better not assume I’ll jump just because you say jump.”

“Yes,” he drawled, groaning. “You’re such a fucking stickler for protocol.”

With a job based on life-or-death matters, sticking to a protocol while being able to adjust was a necessity.

“Contract sent. Her file, too. Anything else?”

Yeah, you can take your attitude and shove it up your ass, punk. Without lube.

“No.” I disconnected the call. Lowering my phone, I noticed the icons that showed I’d received the information he’d promised. I opened the email and waited for the document to load.

Out here, the reception was lacking. I headed back inside to the bar, head down, mariachi band ignored.

The first thing that downloaded was an image. Even though it was grainy, the standard low-quality grayscale of a still shot taken from a surveillance camera, there was no missing the beauty in the woman I was supposed to capture.

No. Not capture. Kill.Drago had amended that detail after my protest.

But fuck, if I ever wanted to capture a woman just to have under my control, to do whatever I pleased…

I ran my hand through my hair, pushing it back. It fell back forward with the position of my head lowered to continue looking down at the screen. Again, I forced the black mess back, not wanting anything to impede my vision.

Goddamn, is she…

I couldn’t pick one way to describe her, and this was just at a first, shitty-picture glance.

Gorgeous, with a sly smile that I bet would brighten any room.

Sharp, with clear, knowing eyes that suggested she was brilliant and observant, quick to notice details.

Sexy, with curves and a plumpness that was just perfect to hold on to. No skin and bones here.

Those juicy tits.

That round ass.

Long black waves that flew back from the momentum of her walking across the street from wherever this shot was captured. Glossy lengths that I could already imagine how soft they’d be wrapped around my fists as I?—

A chair’s feet skidded on the tile floor, scraping against the surface as I bumped into it.

“Oh.” I smiled, finally looking up from my phone to see the guests seated at a table in the stretch of the restaurant that stood between the bar I was aiming for and the patio I’d just left. “Sorry.”

The woman smiled too charmingly for her date’s liking. He scowled as she checked me out. “Gotta look up and see where you’re going when you’re walking,” she teased playfully.

I didn’t linger. It was flattering to have her attention, but my real interest remained locked on the woman on my phone. The screen had locked with the moments it had taken me to bump into an empty chair at a table. Swiping my thumb down fast, I refreshed the screen and zoomed in again.

Isabel Flores…

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