The mafia mistress: Diary of revenge

ow, casting pale shadows over the landscape. My pulse raced in my ears, and every rustle of the wind felt like a step closer to death. I cou

ed crossings until we lost the Cartel's tail. Then, just like th

rough ground, trying to slow my breathin

hind me, but I wa

vival-barely. I was alone now, vulnerable, but determined to keep moving

d the dust from my clothes, and started walking again. My destination was clear: a safe

Zorro" Ramírez. He was the

a shadow. Keep it

e idea of stepping into a life where my every move would be a risk, where I'd be a hunted animal, didn't scare me. I'd

d him. And

small, tucked away from any prying eyes. I'd arranged it through a contact of cont

ed open, and t

hadn't changed much in the last few years, but the years had definitely left their mark on him. His black hair was slicked back, but the silv

said, his voice as grav

replied, stepping inside. The doo

a moment, then gestu

better than to trust anyone too easily. N

identity. That's not going to be cheap." His eyes na

replied, keeping my tone stead

t could almost be called a smile. "You do

ut I didn't flinch. "Then

setting the glass down. "$1 mill

, my gaze never leaving h

ed. "I've got a debt to settle. A man who thinks he can walk around u

you want me

nt. "You're smart. But not so fast. The

d this man, it would bring more heat on me than I could handle.

"I'm not asking you to go back. I just need you to a

urning in my mind. I wasn't going back to Mexic

But I'll need help. Someo

And who exactly do you thin

got contacts. You don't n

tension building in the air. Miguel knew I was making a po

eal. But remember, if you fail me, the p

rd look. I said

knee bouncing, phone in hand. The burner I stole fro

fore he would hand me my new identity. The only problem? The man h

ne who could

him was t

emorized before ditching my old phone,

e of tequila. Back then, he was a loyal sicario for El Diablo, one of the most feared executioners in all

ea if he'd

nerves, I dial

e ri

o

i

, dark and amused. "Didn't think I'd

nickname-doll. A cruel reminder o

ing steel into my vo

said lazily. "You call to collect debts

hing I wanted to unpack right now. "Consi

n, a sharp i

him t

hat Cabron owes a lot of peo

wire you twenty grand now

ow better. A kill like this

rgain with except t

is tone shifted. "I'll tell you what. I'll

weren't the kind you could run from. But

on

t remember, Muñeca, debts are lik

ne wen

ht in my chest. I'd bought mys

ainst the doorway, watching me with the coo

?" he

aid, sliding the ph

transaction. A slow smirk stretc

y the window, pulled out a thick f

r you to become someone el

uments in hand. I had leverage, and I was going to use i

ot done. My path to freedom was one step clo

n't done