❄︎ Viktor ❄︎
“It was a coordinated hit,” Adrian informed me. “Our B8 warehouse was attacked at the same time. The men held their own but lost numbers.”
“And the merchandise?”
“Untouched. They didn’t get anywhere near it.”
It pleased me to hear that. I made a mental note to reward my soldatos. It seemed Primo, the head of Cártel La Sombra, was unsatisfied with hitting my trade routes. Now he came for the nest itself.
The moon illuminated the yard brighter than the lamps ever had, bathing the surroundings in a silvery cast.
Rage simmered in a controlled heat under my skin. Deep down, I’d known this was coming. Known the heiress wasn’t as innocent as she’d tried to lead me to believe, but I’d fallen for her pillowy lips and silky soft folds.
Seeing her in that getaway car was only shoc
