She followed his line of sight.
Rubén and Santiago stood at the balcony rail, faces crimped with rage.
Rascón pushed through the chaos to reach them.“Boss?You two okay?”
“We’re fine,” Enrique snapped and gripped her hand.“I need to check in with Rubén.”
They pushed through the fleeing crowd.
Glass crunched under Lourdes’s feet.Blood slicked the tile, the sight turning her stomach.Somehow, she climbed the stairs to the VIP level without hurling her dinner.
Alita and a few other servers huddled together and sobbed at the bar where Santiago shouted into his cell.
Rubén stomped over.“Police are on their way.God only knows how many people are dead.”
“Where are Carlota and Drina?”Lourdes asked, heart racing.
“Safe.”The jefe flicked his hand at the wall of muscle in front of the booth.
His enforcers and Sancho strode over with the terrified women right behind them.
“Take my wife and sister home,” Rubén instructed the men.Then he faced Enrique.“I need you here.”
“Of course.”Enrique pushed Lourdes gently into Rascón’s hold and glared at the enforcer.“Guard her with your life.If anything happens to her, you will suffer a thousand cuts before I end you.”
“Sí, El Tajador,” Rascón replied with a nod, Enrique’s alias rolling off his tongue.
The Cutter.She shuddered and glanced down at the knife holstered on her lover’s belt.She yanked away from the guard.“I’m staying here.”
“Don’t argue.”Enrique kissed her hard, fast.“Princess, please.Zayas won’t get to you at the hacienda with all those guards around.I’ll handle this.”
The jefe’s face twisted as he tugged Drina to his side.“You’re sure it was him?”
“Damn right, I am.He escaped in the crowd.”
Rubén seethed.“I’ll kill him.”
“Get in line.”Enrique turned back to Lourdes.“I’ll see you soon.”
As Rascón and the guards herded Lourdes and the other women toward the winding stairs, Lourdes glanced back over her shoulder.Enrique’s hard gaze burned right through her.God help her, this was all her fault.She should’ve refused Enrique’s claim and accepted Diego’s.She never should’ve tried to break free from her place in the cartel world.Try for a better life.The people crying below, the bodies littering the dance floor—this was on her.
No.It was on Diego.Enrique would have to stand in line, too.
If she ever had the chance, she would kill Diego Zayas herself.
