The cartel is coming in, full force. They’ll bring over enough heavy artillery to wipe out an island much bigger than this one.
When his back is up against the wall, Jonathan will make his choice.They always do…
And then he’ll be mine again… Or he’ll be dead.
I’m good with either.
My mood is sour, and my mind is frayed by the time I’ve spoken with everybody. A plan to deal with thisrebellionis in place, but it’s going to take a lot more effort to sustain. Lemuel is my prisoner—I must say, I’m very pleased with this.And it’s all thanks to Trevel Fenwick, who is now living in my mansion with me, having brought along one of my favorite inmates from the collection, Byron Kang.
Because I’m not an idiot, I don’t trust that Byron has fully defected yet. We’ve had a complicated relationship over the years, and I see loyalty as something rather important to him. But then, he too has grievances with the other side.
Luthor and Ren having sort ofdisappearedworked perfectly for me. The storm saved Lexington and Warren’s codependent lives, and it’s fine. I’m more than happy to allow people to live if they’re tenacious enough to stay breathing. So long as they understand that it makes them fair game.
Apparently, a tender was stolen from one of my yachts, and someone reported having seen it sailing off into the storm with two people resembling them on it.
I have to assume it was them, since they’re currently unaccounted for, and I cannot fathom a scenario where they make it out of that journey alive.
Honestly, they’re the least of my problems right now. The point is that Byron and Trevel are now exactly where I wanted them to be…with me. I will solidify their loyalty, but in the meantime, I need three things, above all else…
I need to find Felix Darcey.
I need the cartel to come through.
And I need everyone to quit bothering me so I can adjourn to my floor and have a drink by myself.
“Make sure Tomas is on the next boat coming over,” I bark at Yari while stalking toward the stairs. “I need him here ASAP to work on that fucking device.”
“Yes, sir,” Yari answers fast, scurrying behind me while typing on his phone. “Anything else?”
“Yea,” I rumble, ascending my staircase to get away from him. “No disturbances.”
Up on my floor, I saunter into my bedroom, unbuttoning my shirt. It’s smeared with dirt and blood as a reminder of how fucked up this night has been. I scoff to myself, stepping out of my dress shoes and padding toward the en suite.
I barely make it two steps before a body springs out from behind the door, shoving me backward.
There’s a blade instantly being pressed against my throat, emerald irises sparkling vindication.
Every bit of breath gusts from within my lungs.
“Hola…Diablo.”
Dios…
He’s here.
“Paja—”
“Shut up,” he snaps, digging the blade deeper into my flesh. The bite of the blade stings, close to breaking the skin, sending a chill through me like the dusting of his diamond lips over mine. “On your knees.”
I swallow down the whimper that wants to leave me as I drop to my knees post-haste. Immediately, I’m gazing up at him with stars in my eyes.
He’s… here.
Itwashim in the prison…
He came back. For me.
My heart is racing, flying in my chest. I’m shivering already, fixated on this vibrant angel, even more dazzled than I thought possible.
