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Wild Man laughs. “This is where we’re gonna watch the shit go down. Like a big ass mother fuckin’ Super Bowl arena.”

The screens are all black for so long that we’re all just laughing and joking, shooting the shit while we wait for the action to start.

I lean back in the leather chair, my eyes fixed on a flickering screen in front of me. The glow casts a blue light on the faces of my brothers as we watch the events unfold. A voice crackles through the speakers, connecting us to his world of technological wizardry.

“All right, boys,” KrypTonic says, his voice calm and focused. “We’re about to make history tonight. The LTC’s coca fields won’t know what hit ‘em.”

“Let’s do it!” I say, anticipation coursing through me. We paid KrypTonic over two million dollars to take out the fields and obliterate the source of LTC’s power. Thanks to all the money we brought in from LTC. So, yeah, we’re using their money to take them down.

Damn, I love this club.

“Visual feed coming through,” KrypTonic announces. The screen fills with a live feed from the drone hovering high above the lush greenery of the coca fields. He’s miles away, in the safety of his own home, but his words reach us as if he’s right here with us.

“Holy fuck,” Ace says, watching the screen.

As the drone moves closer, the camera captures the sprawling expanse of the coca plantation. My breath catches in my throat. The significance of this moment weighs heavily on me. We’re striking a blow against the very heart of the LTC, crippling their operations and avenging our dead brothers.

“All right, guys, I’ve got the drone in position. Prepare yourselves for a show you won’t ever forget.” KrypTonic says, his voice steady but laced with determination. “Engaging weapon systems.”

I can almost see the flicker of his fingers as he commands the drone.

The sky erupts in a dazzling display of light and fire as missiles streak toward their targets below. Explosions blossom like deadly flowers, tearing through the coca plants and sending shockwaves through the fields.

I exchange glances with my brothers, and our eyes reflect a mixture of awe and satisfaction. We’re witnessing the downfall of a criminal empire, one fire at a time.

KrypTonic’s voice crackles again, his words barely audible over the chaos unfolding onscreen. “Direct hits on processing labs,” he says. “Storage facilities in ruins. Their empire is crumbling, boys.”

We cheer, unable to contain our excitement. This is a pivotal moment—a turning point in our fight against the LTC.

KrypTonic’s voice becomes clearer, laced with a hint of amusement. “We did it, boys! The LTC’s empire is collapsing before our eyes. They’ll never recover from this.”

We exchange triumphant glances, pride filling our hearts. KrypTonic is our hero, the man has brought us closer to freedom. We owe him more than money can ever repay.

With the job complete, we say goodbye to KrypTonic, expressing our gratitude for his commitment to helping us take down the cartel. And it will never come back to haunt us. Wild Man turns off the screens, and we all sit here in silence for a few minutes.

Arturo Rojas is fucking done.

I can’t wait to see his fucking face when he finds out.

CHAPTERTHIRTY

Aria

“Hey,” I say, waking up with a huge smile. Lucky’s holding me tight, and it’s right where I want to be. “When did you get back?”

“A few hours ago. You looked so peaceful I didn’t want to wake you.”

“What time is it?” I whisper sleepily into the crook of his arm.

“Breakfast time,” he replies. Reluctantly, he moves away, despite my protests.

“You hungry?” he asks with a sexy twinkle in his eye.

My disappointment quickly fades as I run my hand down his toned abs to teasingly stroke his cock.

“Not for breakfast,” I say playfully.

Lucky growls in response but gently grabs my wrist and pulls it away.

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