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Then he smiled.

“Brilliant. Perhaps I’ll give them a call and let them know it’s time to take out the trash.”

Did I want to kill the bastard myself? Yes. Not because of what had almost happened to me, but because the fuck had placed my family in danger.

No one would be allowed to do that again.

As soon as Jago walked into the room, I heard his deep baritone, the authority and danger ingrained in every word, every single syllable.

“I’m leaving you for the rats, a well-deserved feast. May you rot in hell.”

For the first time in my life, I not only condoned the actions.

I prayed to God Jago’s threat came true.

CHAPTER 36

Jago

“Your wish came true,” Kruz said gruffly as he entered the room.

“Meaning?” I was too busy securing additional boats escorting the cargo ship to bother looking at him.

“Meaning, the rats had a delicious meal.”

After the meaning sank in, I turned my head and grinned. “Antonio is dead.”

“Oh, he’s dead.”

After engaging several informants to spread the news Antonio had been nothing more than a double agent, my soldiers remaining at the hospital had been on the lookout for the Turks. My men had allowed the enemy soldiers to advance without a fight.

What that had meant was Fassi and Bata would be on edge, perhaps altering a portion of the night’s hijack. However, they’dobviously planned the attack for some time. They would be hesitant to forfeit such a lucrative prize. Whatever their decision, they would likely beef up security.

We’d returned from the castle to my estate to prepare for the night. I was risking there’d be no more attacks on land for now. However, on the open seas was another story altogether.

“Good. Are we set for tonight?”

“We’re as secure as possible. Our priceless commodity is on the ship, which is prepared to leave. The speedboats are in position. All the paperwork has been completed, the ship inspected.”

With the shipment heading to Rome for distribution into several countries, it allowed the Turks prime access. Plus, the Moroccans could easily hide high-speed watercrafts away from the various countries’ coast guards.

“That’s not good enough,” I barked, even though everything was business as usual. The only difference was the worth of the cargo.

While the Spanish, the Italian, and the Greek coast guards had been bought off years before, there were still other countries bordering the Mediterranean Sea who could cause trouble. Plus, I certainly had never placed my trust in any authority. They could become turncoats easily with the right amount of money shoved into their greasy palms.

The kind of money the Moroccans had at their disposal.

“What the fuck more do you want? Sir,” he added.

Every muscle was tense, more so from the shit pulled earlier at the hospital. I’d had Antonio checked like I had the rest of her top men, but obviously, I hadn’t dug deeply enough.

That fucking pissed me off. My rage had tormented me the remainder of the day.

“The fuckers are hiding something. I feel it,” I continued when Kruz bristled from my outburst.

“You’re suggesting that our millions of dollars’ worth of cocaine isn’t a large enough carrot?”

I sat back in my seat, tapping my pen on the desk. “No. I think our shipment is nothing but a decoy.”

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