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GABRIELA
I felt his presence behind me before he spoke a single word.
“I see you’ve had the pleasure of meeting my wife, General,” he said, and stepped around the place I occupied at the door, my finger tense on the trigger.
“Your wife?” The bossman scratched his stubble, and shrugged his shoulders. “Huh, my wedding invitation must have been lost in the mail.”
“It was a small, simple affair. Family only,” Carlos stated.
“What was the rush?” The seated bossman asked, and I didn’t appreciate his meaning, insinuating we had reason to hurry.
“Thanks to you and your g**g of thugs, this one,” I pointed at my husband accusingly, “along with my father felt it best I have the protection of both the Drago and Serrano name. A plan which it seems is failing since your goons are still after m
