Chapter 68
Enter the Valentinos
Marco's POV
I stared at my phone for a long moment, in disbelief after Mary De La Cruz hung up.
Mary De La Cruz.
Andrew De La Cruz's wife.
Calling me for help.
I couldn't help but smile. Life had a funny way of presenting opportunities when you least expected them.
"Boss?" My second-in-command, Vincent, looked up from his cards. We'd been playing poker in my office, smoking, drinking whiskey, enjoying a quiet night. "Everything okay?"
"Better than okay," I said, standing up and grabbing my coat. "Get the men. All of them. We're going to the industrial district."
Vincent's eyebrows shot up. "What's happening?"
"Something I've been waiting ten years for," I said. "A chance to make both the De La Cruz and Brooke families bleed."
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