Page 101 of Violent Attraction

When we entered the cartel, Ronaldo made sure that Leo and I were taught everything about cars, and how to cause an accident when needed.

This right here would have been a great example.

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that maybe Madden Sr. was working both sides. Was working on making money with the cartel but at the same time being an informant for the FBI.”

I look at my friend and a look of realization crosses his face.

“Ronaldo found out and had him killed.” He theorizes and I nod.

“And I think that my dad became an informant while he was in Canada when he and my mom first met. The dates line up with when Madden died.”

Fuck. That has to be it.

The only reason that I could think of for my dad talking was because he wanted to get out, he wanted out and live his life with his new woman.

He probably had plans but all that went to shit when he was ordered to off Madden, so he went back to San Pedro and continued with the cartel until Ronaldo ordered his hit.

“Ronaldo starts the cartel,” Leo muses, starting to pace the length of his office. “Starts to make a name for himself in the drug world, get the attention of the FBI. Madden decided to infiltrate and become buddies with Ronaldo to get as much information about the cartel as possible. Possibly make some money along the way. Goes back to the FBI to report. Madden probably found out that a member of the Muertos in Canada, so he made contact.”

Everything is right on the fucking money.

“My dad probably wanted to get out, so he talked.” I start, finishing up his thought process. “Ronaldo possibly found out about Madden’s day job and ordered Cristiano to cut the line and make it look like an accident. Which he did, and once Madden was dead, he came back to Mexico to be loyal to Muertos. Ronaldo found out somehow that my father was talking to Madden and when Emilio came to him for money, he figured it was the perfect way to take him out. Even if it was decades later. And when Ronaldo saw that Castros were growing and offered to take over, Emilio probably cashed in his favor and asked to marry Isabella.”

We just figured it out. After months of trying to put all this shit together, of trying to find out anything that will help put an end to Ronaldo, we finally did it.

“Fuck.”

Fuck indeed.

We stand there in silence marveling at just how well orchestrated all of this was. It spanned decades, and people are still paying for it to this day.

“Figuring out that connection doesn’t help us to get Isabella out of the marriage.” I muse.

Sure, we finally put the puzzle together, but we still haven’t fully figured it out.

“Then we kill him.” Leo says as if it were that simple.

“Just like that?”

“Just like that. We kill the bastard. We have information that ties Ronaldo to two murders. One of them being the murder of an FBI agent. Ronaldo will be behind bars; he won’t be able to protect Emilio anymore.”

I’ve been wanting to kill Emilio since the day I met him, and now I’m about to get my chance.

The bastard is about to meet his untimely demise.

About time.

“We take care of Emilio first. If you talk to Madden right now and he takes in Ronaldo, it will all look suspicious. We have to make him think that we were after Emilio and only Emilio.”

We both know how Ronaldo works, his suspensions will be up. We have to be methodical with this. It may take some time, but it will happen.

Leo slaps me on my shoulder. “I like how you think, hermano.”

I give him a shoulder slap back.

“Let’s get to work on how to finally take down Emilio.”

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