30
Malin
Every day,more things are falling apart with the Global Leaders' plans. The heads of all the drug cartels are dead. The only major threat remaining before there is a complete collapse of the system is for Evandro Torres, Jonas's brother, to go down.
No one has confirmed Jonas's death, but he's not appeared anywhere. And Evandro seems to have taken over complete control of everything.
Emilia and I have been in the Colombian embassy for several days when there's a harsh knock on the door.
"Who would that be?" Emilia asks.
"I'm not sure. Get in the bedroom. Don't come out or unlock it unless I tell you."
"Why?"
I kiss the top of her head. "Precaution. Please go, ma belle."
She obeys, and I pull my Glock out of my bag, stick it in the back of my pants, then pull my shirt over it.
I open the door. "William. What are you doing here?"
"Where's Gustave?"
"I haven't seen him. Why?"
"Don't lie to me," he screams.
"Calm down," I growl. "What is going on?"
"You're here. Your whore is here. That means Gustave's whore will be here. Where is Penelope?"
I refrain from putting a bullet in his head for calling my wife a whore.
"William, I don't know where any of them are. I've not seen them since Belize."
His dark eyes are red from a lack of sleep, rage, or it could be a combination of both. "Gustave has the recording. I need it."
I play dumb. "What recording?"
His eyes turn to slits. "Evandro called me. Do you know what your brother has done?"
"I'm lost right now."
"Evandro has Louis. He's coming for me next."
A chill digs into my bones. I continue to deny any knowledge of what is going on. "What are you talking about?"
"The tape. He played Evandro a tape."
"I've not been privy to anything you are referring to."
William lunges at me, and I pull out my gun and stick it to his head. He freezes and holds his hands up.
Yeah, you coward.
Shoot him.
Emilia is in the next room.