Page 119 of Devil's Claim

Genevieve was talking, barking orders like a drill sergeant into her phone.

“Shit. They’re gaining on us,” Emiliano snapped.

When I noticed movement, I issued a slight moan. “What are you doing?”

“Just keep it steady,” he answered. “I’m getting them off our tail.”

What the hell was the man doing? Sticking his head out the window. Oh, my God. I continued driving, trying to figure out where the hell we were. I’d paid little attention and had no clue about the area. But I made turn after turn until we were on a less populated street.

The vehicle was gaining on us, the headlights almost blinding.

“Slow down, Christine. Just listen to my voice and slow down.”

I did what I was told, trying to keep from hyperventilating. I wasn’t cut out for this shit.

As the vehicle drew even closer, I shifted the rearview mirror and hunkered down, concentrating on driving.

Except when shots were fired, I jumped, swerving to the right.

“Whoa. Just relax,” he called again.

“We’ve got men on the way,” Genevieve said. “Finish the job, Emiliano.”

“That’s what I’m doing.” His grunt was followed by two more shots. This time, by the grace of God, I kept the SUV in control.

But when the headlights flashed, suddenly veering off to the side, I felt a sense of elation just as I noticed a ball of fire in the side mirror.

“Fuck. We got him.” Emiliano eased back inside, taking several deep breaths before closing the window. “We’re good.”

“Who the hell was that? We need to find out.” Genevieve hissed and slammed her hand onto the seat in front of her. “You’re doing great, Christine.”

Like hell I was. I was shaking all over with only the extreme rush of adrenaline keeping me from falling apart.

“Make a left,” she said quietly.

I made the turn, adjusting the rearview mirror once again. In the dark, everything looked alike and I remained on edge, buta strange feeling washed over me. A feeling of being alive and electrified.

“Pull over,” Emiliano directed. “I’ll drive from here. Don’t worry. We’re in the clear. We’re safe.”

Safe.

Was there really such a thing as being safe in this world?

Kruz

The night had turned to shit.

I’d stayed long enough for Eduardo to brief his men on what had occurred, shouting at them to find the asshole who’d attacked us. I’d done little more than listen, curious how he’d handle the situation. I’d grilled him on what he knew about Fassi, which was little more than that the man had thrown his weight around, managing to exterminate several soldiers from two different Mexican Cartels. If I had to guess, I’d say Fassi was securing another method of crossing through customs into the United States. Perhaps because he planned on bringing in more illegal conflict diamonds.

“You’re quiet, boss,” Benito said.

“Agitated.”

He chuckled. “It’s not good when you’re irritated. I’m surprised you didn’t go on a hunt.”

“Right now, it’s not my fight.” I’d yet to say anything about Fassi. Jago needed to hear it first.

“Maybe not, but Eduardo would be dead without you.”

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