Page 13 of Risks of Temptation
What happened to you, ma belle? Why do you look so sad?
I don't know who took this picture, but it looks like she's in a grocery store. The other women all had professional images from their careers.
She isn't wearing any makeup. The slight flush in her cheeks is natural as well as the pink in her lips.
Jesus, her lips.
Women pay good money for those kinds of lips.
I've officially just become one of those old men who drool over young girls.
I sigh and make myself put her picture to the side.
Thirty-five? No way.
Ten years younger.
Still too young.
Why am I even thinking this way?
Her bio is short. Emilia Salazar. Thirty-five. She teaches English to Spanish-speaking children virtually. The only family member is her sister, Naomi.
No husband.
She could have a boyfriend.
Of course she does.
Why isn't she married?
She must be super picky and turned all her proposals down.
Doesn't matter.
What's she like?
Why wasn't I informed about her?
What does Santiago want with her?
Axel steps into the tent. "Malin, time to talk strategy."
I close the folder and walk outside. It's turned dark, and we look at the night surveillance and discuss our plan.
"So, are we clear then? Get the women and meet back here. Kill whoever gets in your way," Andre instructs us, but we've also just discussed that Santiago has too many of his men around to shoot him.
Great.
Gustave said to get in and out. He didn't give the order to kill Santiago. But I was hoping Andre would. Gustave wants Santiago dead anyway. His days are numbered. But I suddenly have a bigger motivation to kill him since looking at Emilia's photo.
He better not have touched her.
We drive several miles and park the Jeeps then trek through the dense forest. One by one, we use our silencers to shoot Santiago's men.
All of them get bullets directly to the head. There's no yelling or pleading. It's shoot them, and they drop dead.
When we get to the pit, someone takes out the kid who hasn't even gone through puberty yet.
