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Her father was another story.
If the man was still alive, he’d be ripped apart, first come first serve like an all you can eat buffet.
But every other bastard would need to take a number. I’d thought him dead for all these years. I’d believed the Brain had succumbed to the fiery explosion. Not his wife. Certainly not his daughters.
The intel had been wrong. Why and how no longer mattered.
While I’d like to say the past should be forgotten, Jago was correct.
Karma wasn’t on our side nor was it kind.
The past had returned, colliding with the present.
There would be additional bloodshed.
And there was nothing I could do about it.
CHAPTER 23
Navarro
Danger surrounded us, the darkness creating ominous shadows. Even with the bright moon overhead, the eerie effect of headlights ghosting against dozens of insects was the perfect backdrop for a massacre.
I was in the mood, my skin crawling with the need to soothe the anger that continued to build like bottled, ignited rocket fuel.
With the outskirts of the compound property only a few hundred yards away, Jago motioned for the group of soldiers to fan out. We’d parked far enough away even if there were cameras positioned in strategic locations, the dozens of vehicles wouldn’t be seen.
“Stay right beside me,” I told Fallon as I handed her a pair of night vision goggles. One good aspect about modernizing was the technology available. With the right amount of money, anything could be purchased, including military grade weaponry and tactical equipment.
Why not take advantage of it?
At least I knew she was trained to a point, but my reservations about agreeing to allow her in on the operation remained.
She said nothing, remaining close as we headed in the direction of the main house. If you could call it that. I could smell her fear, which kept me more on edge than necessary. Fear could be useful, but not in this regard. She wasn’t a killer, and any hesitation could provide enough time for a monster to lunge from the shadows.
She was mine to protect.
Hell, she was mine to discipline.
Bad timing, but the thoughts brought a smile to my face.
According to Google Earth, there were dozens of structures that had been cobbled together. There were two concrete structures close to the house, and a corral and massive yet dilapidated barn a couple hundred yards away. From the heat source, it appeared that’s where the wild animals were being kept.
From what I’d read and heard about Javier Bandoles, he spent half his time at the compound and the other half at his beach house in Cancun with one of four mistresses. So much for his claims he was one of the people.
He couldn’t care less about those who worked for him. Not my business. Not for me to give a shit about. The one thing I could say about the man was that his rise in power had been phenomenal, which added credence to why Fassi would choose him to pave the way for the Moroccans to enter the country without typical difficulties.
But Fassi wouldn’t stop there, nor would he pave the road through Mexico on his way elsewhere in gold. The Moroccan was merely playing a game, attempting to set a trap while homing in on his real intentions. In other words, he was toying with Bandoles, who was way too arrogant to realize he and his men were nothing more than collateral damage.
We were simply starting the bloody party early.
Getting in, rescuing the girl, destroying the man’s livelihood, and eliminating a significant portion of the man’s army were the only things on the agenda.
Even if I didn’t completely trust Eduardo’s men, they were well enough versed in the act of a surprise attack that only basic direction had been needed. Santos was in charge, directing Eduardo’s men to head around to the back of the property.
Kruz and Silvio were taking the front with another group of soldiers while Jago, Fallon, and I were checking the two compounds. The drone had snapped a photograph of a girl who appeared to be Brooke Baldwin being dragged toward one of the two concrete structures. Was it possible the girl in the picture wasn’t who we were hoping to find? Absolutely, but Fallon wouldn’t rest until we knew for certain.
A savage growl followed by several howls drew our attention.
