Page 51 of Menace

There were questions she had to answer for herself. To get clarity.

Was she ready to give up her ambitions for a man? A man she wasn’t even sure of?

A man who, years ago, she betrayed and left behind, letting him believe she was dead.

Was she prepared to give up the cartel for him?

No. In all honesty she wasn’t.

She had worked too hard to get where she was to lose it because of her feelings. She wasn’t going to go out the way her mother and sister had, with a bullet in the head.

Thinking about how they had died was the wake-up call she needed.

Gritting her teeth she closed her eyes and focused on the job, on herself, like she should have from the start. For some reason she had fallen in the trap of his sweet manners, his voice and his amazing body. She had hoped to enjoy his massive dick one more time but he hadn’t let her get close.

She was done with him. She had learned the hard way there was only one important person in her life and that was Carmella Luisa Mendez.

She was the only one who mattered, no one else did.

Decision made she locked her stupid soft feelings for the biker in a deep dark box at the back of her head and concentrated on business.

“I’m not sure, I need to plan this carefully and not bring attention to me when he disappears. He’s never alone, always has one of their men with him.”

Her father was silent for a beat but when he spoke his voice was harsh and cold.

“Since when are you so cautious when it comes to taking care of business? Kill the bastard then bring me the Cajun.”

Gritting her teeth not to snap at her father she nodded even though he couldn’t see her.

“I’ll get it done. They have another party on Friday, it will be the perfect opportunity to take him. No one will realise he’s gone until it’s far too late.”

She could almost feel his satisfaction through the phone.

“Good. Bring him to the yacht, we’ll take him out to the freighter. No one will find his body once we’re done with him. The sea will be his grave.”

Fine tremors were running through her hands when she ended the call.

There were no other options open to her. This was the life she had chosen.

A life that got her mother and sister killed because they were weak.

She wasn’t weak. She wasn’t going to get shot in the head like them.

And she won’t give up her strength for a man. Not like her mother had done. Not ever.

Antoine “Lucky” Boudreaux was going to die. How he died was up to him. If he talked it would be easy, if he didn’t…

Carmella shrugged. After Friday he would no longer be her problem.

Any feelings she had for him she had locked away. They weren’t as strong as her sense of self-preservation.

In her mind he was already gone.

He was as good as dead. It was only a matter of time.

FIFTEEN

Lucky

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