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GABRIELA
Chocolate chip pancakes definitely did not taste as good coming up as they did going down.
This was a mere fraction of the total number of insane thoughts racing through my mind.
My dad was going to kill me when he heard about this. Even more likely, he’d have those Sinaloan’s heads on a platter.
I’d hate to be them.
Most of the bargains struck by my father were sealed in a bloodbath of forsaken souls. Men lost their lives for him on that unslakable quest for power and were happy doing so because so long as he ascended, so did they. My papá earned his authority by force and wouldn’t hesitate to have his hombres pump semiautomatic lead into those who tried to kidnap me.
He’d make them pay for what they did.
Drago held my hand firmly in his and sped me toward his vehicle.
