Page 15 of Devil's Property
“No, I wouldn’t either, but I have a feeling this is bigger than some asinine thing he did. Given what we were told by the informant, what have we heard on the street?”
“That the Alcarez Cartel would like nothing more than to claim the Gonzolez territory. They are some violent fucks too.”
Was it possible Fassi’s men were working in conjunction with another cartel? Maybe.
But the idea I was being fucked with because of shipments of nose candy seemed ridiculous. Even with Eduardo involved. Whatever Fallon was going through wasn’t finished. And I’d been dropped smack in the middle of it.
I pulled out my phone, quickly sending a text to Jago. Hopefully, he had a vague idea of what was going on. At least I’d informed him of the sighting of Fassi’s men. Perhaps he’d heard about a vendetta that might explain Fallon’s visit.
Unfortunately, Silvio’s statement didn’t narrow down anything that could prove useful in understanding why I’d been accused of kidnapping. What bothered me was that Fallon had had my name. Either she’d overheard it and had assumed I was responsible, or she’d been given bad intel. Whatever the case, she still believed I’d been responsible for kidnapping her sister.
She’d circumvent my kindness, securing another way of taking me down if possible.
I stood in the same spot, surveying the crowd. When I caught sight of her again, I noticed there were three men who appeared to be following her.
My gut told me they weren’t merely interested in a dance.
“Time to leave, Silvio. I need to check something before we go. However, be prepared with the vehicle and have your weapon ready.”
Silvio nodded, scanning the crowd as well. “Sure, boss. What are you thinking?”
I pressed my hand against my neck, feeling the thin line of coagulated blood. The woman had managed to cut me. That also happened infrequently. The blood dotting my fingers was a reminder women were just as dangerous as men, especially when seeking revenge.
“I’m thinking our lovely visitor has gotten herself into more trouble than she realizes.” There remained a half dozen good reasons why Fallon’s sister might have been taken, including the obvious that she’d found herself mixed up with the wrong crowd. However, I had serious doubts it was something that simple.
What had Fallon’s sister gotten herself in the middle of and why did I have a terrible feeling the danger was only beginning? And that I’d been shoved in the middle for a very dark reason?
“I’ll get the SUV and we’ll meet you outside.”
“Pay close attention to your surroundings, Silvio. I have a very bad feeling the night is young.”
He whistled. “That usually means someone is going to die.” He laughed and headed to regroup the others.
Perhaps he was right. I hadn’t killed anyone since landing in Mexico. The thought forced another grin.
Perhaps the lovely Fallon was more trouble than she was worth, but just seeing the men following her brought a need I’d never experienced before in all my forty years of being on this earth: the need to protect someone and not just out of a sense of duty.
But there was more.
I also wanted a shiny new possession.
A six-foot-tall beauty with a killer smile and a dangerous attitude.
CHAPTER 5
Fallon
Anger.
Pure. Unadulterated. Rage.
That’s what I felt as I stormed through the club. I’d underestimated the Spaniard, but I remained certain he was behind my sister’s kidnapping. If he wasn’t, he knew more than he was willing to let on.
Damn it. Why had I let my guard fall? Why had I allowed him to best me when I’d had control right in the palm of my hand? I’d been so close to exacting revenge. I’d schooled myself in the art of killing effectively. I’d googled ideas from poisons to different weapons. I’d surfed so many websites I was shocked the FBI hadn’t knocked on my door concerned I was a hired assassin.
My God, I had killer blood running through my veins. Doing the deed should have come as second nature. Maybe I’d been blinded by the man’s insane good looks, or maybe Navarro was right and I just wasn’t a killer.
The bohemian lifestyle I’d fought so hard to achieve seemed a lifetime away.
