“Holy s**t!” Mateo cursed with his hands in the air. “He didn’t have to tell you the truth!”
“No, he didn’t.” I pointed the gun at Mateo’s head. “I brought you out here to extend our friendship, and this is how you repay me? Trying to take what is mine!” I was vibrating with the need to jam a bullet into his skull. This would be settled. Now. “We are done with the cocaine, we are done with the forty percent, and we own Santa Monica. Do you hear me?”
He nodded, but I stepped forward, pressing the hot tip of the gun to his head. I snapped my finger and Jace was next to me with a phone, recording us. “Say it.”
“Sí, done with the cocaine, done with the contract, the Devil’s Reach owns Santa Monica.”
“You have two weeks to find a new city or I will burn you—all of you—till there’s nothing l
