And hit send.
And I waited for an answer.
“Espérenme. Bodega 17. Los muelles. En una hora. Ven solo.”
A small smile crossed my face after waiting for such a long time for answers.
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I arrived, stepping out of the car. The stench of the port area was a combination of salt, rust, and old blood. The ideal slum for the devil's mind games.
My guards followed by my side. Victor stayed inside the car as instructed, watching with his weapon ready to let loose on my signal.
Bodega 17 was poorly lit by hanging lamps. A lone man stood in the middle, facing away, his hands behind him. Tall. Broad-shouldered. This silhouette was…somehow familiar.
I stopped ten feet away. “Don Marco Anthony.”
The man turned slowly.
My blood ran cold.
He smiled, bearing a striking resemblance to Jax. Not exa
