JOAQUIN
A week earlier.
We’d held Ciro in captivity for the past week with only water keeping him alive. My men caught him as he left the hotel to try and check out and fly back to Italy.
They followed him on the highway toward the airport and rammed his car. I took the g*n out of the back of my waistband and got out of the car and eased the door open.
“You think this is over,” Ciro said as my men dragged him out of the car.
“Only the beginning.”
“f**k you!” Ciro said and I punched him in the face.
“Take him to the car.”
“Your little girlfriend still isn’t safe,” Ciro taunted.
“What did you say?”
“Joaquin, we can’t stay out here. He’s f*****g with you,” Gael advised.
Hugo and Gael dragged Ciro to the car.
“Motherfucker needs to die,” I shouted, and hit the top of the car.
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