Mostly because he’d lost his loyal sidekick, Diesel, but the man shouldn’t have been a snitch.
Because snitches got stitches.
Or they ended up with a Colombian necktie.
Or was that a hired criminal necktie?
Either way, he was dead.
Oh, and the man who sliced Diesel’s throat from ear to ear so that he’d not be able to run his mouth anymore was more than happy to have money for his dirty deeds.
All he wanted was for his old lady to be taken care of and a fat bank account for his children.
So, it was done.
That was the loyalty he appreciated.
Thankfully, his attorney was on his payroll, willing to make a ton of money for getting that information to the people he needed help with on this. To the outside world, it simply looked as if he was being paid his salary to represent him.
Oh, the joys of being rich.
Filthy.
Rich.
Diesel dying had given him the out he needed to be free from the disgusting place he was put in, and also set that wealthy bird free.
It was all bullshit anyway.
All of this for simply loving a man?
A tricky.
Elusive.
Man.
Well, Ethan Blackhawk had seen nothing yet. If he thought that he would back down, or stop pursuing him…
He wouldn’t.
Javier didn’t even care if they put him in some prison in another state or a penal colony on the moon.
At some point, he’d make it home.
What he’d learned in life from being a businessman was that he had to be relentless, and that was his middle name.
They couldn’t cage him forever, and when he was free, Ethan Blackhawk would pay for playing hard-to-get.
Mark.
His.
Words.
Only, until that day came, there was planning that had to be done.
First up on the list of upcoming tasks would be taking out his lover.
