Page 41 of The Greek's Retribution

The guy’s eyes grow bigger as I close the small distance between us.

Just as I’m about to question him again, Tech speaks into our earpieces. “The cops have been notified. You have about fifteen minutes before they’re on you.”

“I only need five,” I respond.

Placing my hand on his forehead, I tilt his head back, bringing the tip of the blade close enough to his eyelashes.

“Where is your boss?”

This time he answers, “I don’t know. He and the black guy went back to Mexico with his grandfather. He sent me and another guard back here to make sure you didn’t try anything.” His body trembles with fright.

“Search him for a cell phone,” I tell Hendrix.

Hendrix pats him down until he finds a phone in this front pants pocket. The idiot didn’t even have a screen lock. Hendrix opens the phone to his call list.

“There was a call that came in from Mexico at eleven thirty-two this morning,” he informs.

I smile at the guy. “Was that from your boss?”

He tries to nod his head up and down but the hold Mike has on him, prevents it.

“Yes.”

“What did he tell you?”

He grits his teeth as Lethal put pressure on his back and arms, trying to make him answer.

“He said he will be back in the States the day after tomorrow,” he whines.

“Is he coming back here or somewhere else,” Zar asks, coming to my side.

I move the blade closer to his eye when he doesn’t answer fast enough.

“Texas! He said he was going to Texas,” he cries.

“Fuck,” I hear Alistair snarl behind me.

Having the answers I want, I waste no time shoving the knife into his eye socket, then turn the blade. He howls with pain but I don’t fucking care, because if that motherfucker Santiago is coming to Texas then that means he’s gunning for my family.

Jerking the knife out, I do the same to his other eye. His body goes limp in Mike and Lethal’s clutches. Pulling the knife out, I stab him in the heart, making sure his ass stays dead.

After cleaning his blood off of Alistair’s knife with his clothes, the guy’s body falls to the side as Mike and Lethal release him and I hand Alistair his knife back.

“There’s every kind of drug you can think of in the back. What do you want to do with it?” Mike asks.

Without a care for the bodies or the shit in here, I tell him, “Burn this motherfucker down.”

He nods before he, Lethal, Blade, and Venom disappear into the back.

Turning to my brothers, I tell them, “We need to get back to Dallas, ASAP!”

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