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Los Diablos.

My salvation.

I smiled with renewed energy.

Miguel had come for me.

“You’re so fucked,” I spat out to the words to whoever would hear them. “Los Diablos have come for you.”

“Shut the fuck up!” There was panic in my captor’s voice as more bullets busted through the windows.

The one with the gun was tearing a hand through his hair, looking on the verge of a panic attack. It made me cackle.

“How the fuck did they even know we were here?!”

The weight of the little piece of plastic in my pocket almost hummed happily.

“Grab her! Grab the bitch! Use her–” The words were cut off on a strangled gasp as a bullet tore through his neck.

The man who had a hold of my ankle dropped it, and then I felt my body being lifted, used as a shield against his chest. I couldn’t bring myself to care. I knew Miguel and Los Diablos wouldn’t hurt me. They were my family.

And they’d come for me.

I pulled as much air into my lungs as I possibly could. The banging continued, but I made sure that when I screamed, my Viejito would be able to hear me.

“He’s using me as a shield, Miguel!”

A growl and a slice of pain down my body as the man behind me punched me in the side. It didn’t matter. This was almost over.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch!”

“Miguel!!!”

His hand slapped down against my mouth to quiet me, but I’d expected it so my teeth clamped down as hard as I could. He let out a curse, dropping me. I fell to the floor just as the door busted open and leather-clad bikers poured through the entrance.

Shots rang out.

One by one. The leader of the group looked too stressed to think quickly on his feet. He started to turn, to aim his weapon at me, but a single shot through his chest had him falling to the ground.

One by one, they dropped until the only one standing was the captor behind me.

The one who’d wanted me dead.

And through the sea of bodies, I could make out Miguel pushing through. His eyes caught mine, and I must have truly been such a sorry thing to see, because his gaze darkened as it went up to the man behind me.

And maybe I should have stayed awake for the divine justice I knew was coming. For the souls I knew the Diablos would reap. But seeing Miguel in front of me, like an avenging angel ready to take down the world if only so I could get home safe?

The fight went out of me then. My body relaxed on the ground.

And I?

I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer.

Chapter Forty-one

Miguel

“Keephimalive.”

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