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The only way we don’t have it is if she stops being married to me—as in we get divorced or if I’m dead.

Since I’m not getting divorced, the only option is my death.

If I die, they’ll take her.

There’s just one problem for them. I’m not going to allow that to happen.

Especially when the only thing I want more than the cartel is her.

So, they’re going to have to come up with one hell of a plan to kill me this time.

But as the Grim Reaper and I are one and the same, not even death will stop me from protecting her from them.

ChapterTwenty-Eight

Gwen

Revenge.

Not once did it ever occur to me that this whole thing could be about that. Everything makes so much more sense now.

What else does a man who has the world at his fingertips andunsurmountablewealth want?

Revenge.

Malik’s plan was about getting retribution and doling out punishment for what myuncledid.

My mind drifts to the secret room in his bedroom and I think of the pictures on the wall. I remember the older guy dressed in military wear and all the other pictures of him there. That must have been Jim Davison, Malik’s captain.

Killed by my uncle’s men. And Malik was taken captive and tortured for nearly a year.God…

I remember how the room felt like a shrine. Now I think I’m right it is and I’m guessing everyone on the pictures inside there are dead.

His military uniform was inside there, too. A symbol of the death of a career.

And his Knights’ tunic? That reeked of death. Like something death’s harbinger would wear.

That’s what he is. The black knight of death seeking the souls of those who wronged him and the people he loved and cared about.

It doesn’t matter that my uncle is dead. Malik found a way to punish a ghost.

By using me.

I was the way.

Me.

That’s why he took me. He hunted me down until he found me. Now the hunter has gotten his revenge.

As the same Navarro blood flows through my veins, am I his enemy, too?

Why am I even asking myself that question? Of course, I am.

I gaze at Malik. He’s staring at Diego walking through the door. Esperanza never looked back, but Diego did, and I didn’t miss that look in his eyes that promised lethal retaliation.

The same retaliation I feared because now that they know me, this will fall back on me.

The room is quiet for a few moments with a heavy silence. Not the kind of silence you get when you’re thinking, but the reflective kind when everything is uncertain and life hangs in a balance of probabilities.

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