Page 145 of Devil's Bride

What the hell? I was supposed to be basking in the glow of being a newlywed.

Well, okay, so maybe my groom was constantly busy cleaning up the mess we’d both made. But at least the women who’d been abducted and sold as slaves had made it back to their homes, and dozens of truly bad guys had been arrested.

While the Moroccan pig, Jamal Fassi had gone underground since he’d been stupid enough to steal the diamonds from a Saudi Arabian prince, the Turkish crime boss remained at large.

That was the reason for Jago’s very testy mood. If I knew him, he’d take care of that.

If not, I’d hunt the man down myself so we could have some peace and quiet.

I washed my mouth out and found a mint hiding in my purse as soon as I returned to my office.

“Are you okay?” Emiliano asked. Both his bushy eyebrows were lifted into sinful furry-looking creatures.

“Fine. Just the donuts.”

“Uh-huh.”

Why were the two little syllables highly exaggerated?

He remained completely oppressive as we walked through the admin pool. He wanted everyone to be afraid of him, but I could tell at least two of the women had their eyes on him.

I’d heard about it too during their now very short coffee breaks.

I grinned. Rules. If I had to follow them, so did everyone else.

He escorted me to the SUV, opening the door like a true gentleman. Once we were both settled inside, I sat back for a nice, quiet ride.

Until my stomach lurched.

I held back, breathing instead.

“Are you sure you’re not sick orsomething?” Emiliano asked again, another exaggerated word used.

Oh, God. There was no way. None. Maybe?

Frowning, I lifted an eyebrow and sucked in my breath. “Hold up.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I need to make a stop. A quick… stop.”

Jago

“Motherfucker!”

Pop! Pop! Pop!

I kept the gun in the same position as the man slowly began to fall to the concrete floor. It had been a long time coming.

Too damn long.

But I’d found Hamza Bata hiding in one of his holes in the wall. Now he was dead, lying in a pool of blood.

Damn it. I didn’t feel nearly as much satisfaction as I thought I would.

“Good shot, boss,” Kruz told me.

Sniffing, I finally lowered my weapon. “It was decent.”

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