Page 1 of Corrupted Sinner

Prologue

Greta

The gun shook in my hands. I could feel sweat trickling down the back of my neck. I hadn’t signed up for this.Thiswas never supposed to happen.

“You kill him, or we kill all of you,” thecapoof the Domínguez cartel seethed from right behind me. His lips were so close to my ear, it made me shiver in revulsion. Without looking, I could see the goddamned smile on his face.

A sob clambered up my throat. I swallowed it back and squeezed my eyes shut, but when I opened them again,hewas still there, right in front of me.

Oh God, I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t fucking do this.

The capo’s men surrounded us, all of them holding a gun and every gun pointed at someone I cared about, someone who wasn’t supposed to fucking die today. Deo,ZiettoVito, Brute.

Fuck.

“Do it, Greta,” Gabe said. His voice was way too fucking calm. “It’s okay.”

No, this wasn’t okay. This was a million miles from okay.

My finger trembled against the trigger of the gun in my hand. Tears blurred my vision.

“Make your choice,Señorita. Or I’ll make it for you,” Javier Domínguez hissed with glee.

There was no way out of this.

“If I could go back…” I whispered. Back to the day I’d gotten into his car, to the day that had started us down this path…

Gabe shook his head. “…I wouldn’t change a thing,amica.We saved lives, we found Cait and Nic. I have no regrets.”

I nodded, flinging loose more tears. Thanks to the shit we’d done, we’d found the woman he loved and his son. But thanks to the shit we’d done, we were here now, and nothing was ever going to be able to justify this. Nothing was going to make it right.

“I’m sorry, Gabe,” I whispered, but the words were too small. Too meaningless.

“It’ll be okay, Greta. Just take care of them for me.”

I nodded, because I sure as hell couldn’t speak.

“On your knees,ese,” Domínguez ordered Gabe. He sounded giddy. He was getting his rocks off on this.

I swear I’ll make him pay for this,I promised Gabe silently as he knelt down on the cold, concrete floor.

Every asshole in this room was going to pay for this if it was the last thing I ever did.

Chapter One

Greta Agossi

Six Weeks Earlier

Guns. Drugs. Clandestine, late-night deals outside the cemetery of some small, nowhere town in Mexico.

God, this shit was boring. Who would have guessed that working for the Luciano family, making deals with shady, Central American magnates, wouldn’t even make a blip on the “exciting” scale?

I stood next to myZiettoVito and fought the urge to yawn while Amadeo—Deo— Luciano, heir to the Luciano empire, shook hands with Juan Alonso Delgado, Mexican business tycoon.

I didn’t even need to be here. God only knew, thecapodidn’t see me as anything more than a piece of meat—really, I had no doubt about it. Delgado and his cronies were looking at me like they were hungry. I was surprised I couldn’t hear their stomachs rumbling.

Just try it, asshole. You’ll discover this piece of meat has teeth,I seethed silently at the tall, dark-haired crony with tribal tats all over his arms and neck. I bet the asshole didn’t even know what half of them meant.

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