Page 6 of Don't Trust Him

No comedown cocaine? Now that shit is crazy.

“The chemist who designed it did it in our territory,” Zario says. “But before anyone could talk to him, he fucking fled. Blew up his own lab. Took the formula. Probably got scared that we’d come over and steal it from him.”

“Were we?” I ask, with a grin.

“Of course,” Zario says. “But now he’s gone and no one knows where he’s at. But his formula has to be somewhere and with someone. There’s some leads. I need you to chase it down.”

“This shit is money,” I state the obvious to Zario.

“It will make every white boy’s bleeding nose dance with fucking delight, and this year’s numbers will buy me so much I’m going to need to start buying a new fucking country, I’ll have so much damn money.

And I already have so much,” he laughs.

Whatever. I’ve got enough money as it is. I want the blood.

“So coke squared is what every motherfucker on the street is calling it,” Zario repeats himself. “And Cabeza Dios cartel has one smart bitch on it, and you should focus on doing all the terrible things you want to her body before you kill her.”

He pulls out a tablet and shows me pictures, video. Gives me all the dirty details on Eliza Lang, the only real competitor we need to worry about.

“Other bitches, they’re sniffing around, but you’ll knock them out with a backhand. She’s the one that you’ll need to focus on.” Zario zooms in on a picture of her so we can see a closeup on her tits.

“Not just for those?” I laugh. They’re fucking delectable. I do want to squeeze and suck on those perfect tits. I’m intrigued, too, that she’s a threat.

“No,” Zario laughs, patting me hard on the back. Proud of my fucking lecherous tendencies. Like adoptive father and son. “She’ll want supplies in our territory. The only thing we got going is that the alkaline base is found in our territory—that’s why the chemist set up his lab here in the first place. If we don’t do anything then she’ll find the formula and she’ll need to do some digging to decode it. So you kill her and you take over, figure out when’s best, handle this shit.” Zario smiles up at me, rubbing his nose. “And tell me how those tits feel, too, when you’re done.”

I nod, looking through the folder at what they know about miracle no comedown coke.

It’s interesting. I see the potential.

But chasing this tail? I’m not committing to anything. I know with Zario’s Latin lover good looks he probably gets enough tail without being the capo of a major drug cartel. But the fucker probably likes killing the women he fucks.

Something tells me right away that this job won’t be so simple, and it isn’t just because I’ve heard about Eliza Lang and I know how smart she is.

How good she is.

I look at her and fuck, I see why Zario’s so intent on telling me to fuck her. This woman is gorgeous. The video of her in San Diego airport, just a few seconds of her walking and checking her phone, and my cock is fucking twitching in my trousers. Her mouth looks so fuckable that I think mine is actually watering. She’s beautiful, and she’s strong, but something about Eliza...I don’t fucking know, it is almost like I see something I recognize in her that’s also in me. I know, what the fuck am I talking about?

I’m intrigued by her.

But something shakes within me, just a slight tremor. Something I’ve never experienced before.

A hesitance to kill someone.

I don’t want to kill her—even if I fuck her, then kill her, as Zario suggests.

He’s a sick motherfucker and I always figured I was, too, but no, there was a moment of hesitation in my mind.

Of course I’m still going to do it. It won’t be hard. She’s tough, but she’s not sicario.

She’s not a hitman. I am.

She not a killer. I am.

She deals in shipping manifests and microwaves and shit. So of course I am safe to assume that she’s no match for me.

Still, I don’t know what the fuck to think about this change in my thoughts.

Well, I’ve never known any family. Never had anyone I loved.

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