Page 58 of Devil's Bride

Or possibly to his demise.

Right now, it was time for business within my own organization, but by tomorrow morning, I would force a decision from her.

An inspection of the entire warehouse was in order. It had been a while, which wasn’t like me. While I trusted the workers to a point, I’d learned a long time ago that even a single bag of missing nose candy often resulted in an entire contract going south. There were too many easy ways to remove one without detection even though cameras had been installed in every warehouse.

Right now, I was in a nasty enough mood I wouldn’t mind finding some evidence of treachery.

Just as I headed toward one of the other rooms, I heard commotion behind me and turned automatically, reaching for my weapon. Kruz and Navarro already had their guns pointed toward the door.

“I’m sorry, boss. I thought you should know there’s been a strange vehicle that’s passed by the warehouse twice.”

A fucking lookout. I took long strides into the communications room, immediately shifting the main outside cameras to pan thestreet. With infrared LED vision for night viewing and magnified image sensors, every movement was clearly seen.

“What kind of vehicle?”

“A dark Mercedes,” the soldier answered.

Kruz and Navarro stood behind me as I flipped to the videos taken in the last few minutes, easily finding the vehicle the soldier had mentioned.

The facility was in an industrial area, completely unlike the smaller warehouse located in the city. There were more delivery trucks than anything else. While a Mercedes wasn’t unheard of as I had one myself, I doubted the soldier was wrong about being concerned.

I locked the photo from the video, zooming in to try to decipher who was driving. Not possible. Even with the enhanced filters, the windows were darker than allowed by law.

One thing was certain. The SVA or Spain’s Customs Surveillance System who handled investigation of illegal drugs didn’t normally drive expensive cars.

Could it be any of the dozen other cartels hoping to make an easy score? Absolutely.

Did I believe it?

Not a chance.

My educated guess was that every warehouse and noted location within my empire was being cased.

Every cartel handled some surveillance, but for anyone to attempt a hit on an operation of this size meant they were acting as suicide bombers.

“Is it possible Morales sent a team as a warning?” Navarro asked.

I shook my head. “I doubt it. She takes the care and love of her family very seriously.” However, the thought had crossed my mind.

As soon as the vehicle came into frame about a block away, I reacted, jogging out of the room.

“Go. Go. Go,” Kruz instructed. Immediately the first line of security reacted, heading toward the door.

I was out first, crouching lower and moving toward the street. My men had been trained well, easily able to protect the building from everything with the exception of a full-blown explosion.

Maybe I’d learn a few tips from the lovely Genevieve about firepower. I grinned from the thought. She had no idea what I was capable of.

I hoped for the beautiful woman’s sake she hadn’t crossed me. If she had, I’d have no qualms putting the fear of God into her.

The Mercedes had slowed down to a crawl. I lunged forward, holding the weapon in both hands, firing off indiscriminately. Was it a risk? Yes, but a necessary one.

The bullets mostly pinged or did little damage, which indicated the vehicle had been equipped to handle gunfire.

At least I’d had the element of surprise, but that was short lived, the driver accelerating.

My soldiers continued firing, but I knew how this game was played. If I wanted any answers, they’d need to be caught.

“What now?” Navarro called as the car sped away.

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