The Mafia boss and his captive

out of yo

the polished marble as he stepped in, his tailored white shirt tucked into creased trousers, silver rings flashing

table by the windows, a glass of bourbon half-raised in his hand, h

hat's tied into that shipment. That's not street-level supply-we're talking weapons, raw product, and laundered cash that's a

Santiago said with

hissed, "she'

at our ent

tray beside him, his voice l

twisted game you're playing to get to Carter. The network is already strained. The docks in Veracruz are lock

o said

hreat didn't. "You keep playing house with that girl, we won't jus

," Santiago muttere

couldn't believe what he was he

ntiago di

he arms. You took on the Eastern European ties. You put a bounty on your own head with Carter the moment

ook anothe

ted. "Listen to me. Let her go. Le

you," Santiago s

rowed. "You're not

her back, I'm at their mercy. That's not how I play, I take everything I want by force

tay off this path, dominico. You're pushing

avy doors to the

against the gold-tinted light behind her. Her hair was loose, her

yes found he

e was a virus in his bloodstream. Like she didn't b

ck, jaw tight, eye

lance at her. His phon

the screen-encrypted cod

iver

and stepped out of the seaside, his phone

icked shut

yes on her skin. She knew that look. She'd seen it before-older men who tho

alking toward him with stiff

o didn'

now you don't like me. I know you want me gone. Yo

dn't

ver asked to be here. I never wanted any of this. So do you

he inside pocket of his jacket. His face now clear,

to get m

linked. "W

oblem for pe?" Dominico said coldly. "You think Carter's going to thank me fo

lp," Katal

after the livestream and he only allowed you father to know you are here so he could stop hurting people

said hurriedly, but dominico

e" she yel

e hardened. "We're all caught, Kataliya. Your presence is a messag

machine. Your drugs or wh

es about you,

our partners you never saw me again. You get

o stare

eyes-maybe pity. Maybe the faint recognition that she wasn't jus

or Santiago had walked

ll in a cage, sweetheart. You just haven't figured out who's

red into th

t her ribs. The adrenaline was burning through her. She h

her most wasn't

t he might

o was the prisoner-and wh