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Authors: Talina Perkins
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specific, foxy señorita . Talk about a major cock block. Six months since his last sweet taste, and all he could think about was one more night with her .
“ Gracias . Anything you have will do, and if you could make it two?” Gabe glanced to his right, quickly locating his target. He followed her slow progress his direction. Or he tried. Would’ve been easier if some slick with a fine taste for custom-made suits well above his pay grade hadn’t blocked his view.
He pushed himself up from the bar and eased around for a better look. Hands Gabriel bet were as greasy as the stranger’s slicked-back hair stroked the outer part of Esmeralda’s arm, slowly making a move farther south.
The stranger worked first his hand then his arm around her waist, guiding her onto the dance floor, pulling her close.
Gabriel cocked his head. Son-of-a-bitch . Anger clawed at his insides as recognition dawned. If his talent for facial recognition held any salt, the man currently pawing Ema was a wanted man.
He turned for a better angle.
Gabriel knew that face and the name that went with it. He’d memorized every fucking line of it when he, Lucas, and the rest of their team had been called in to help the LAPD take down a drug lord running powder north of the border and into Gabriel’s country a little less than a year ago.
Their CO had labeled the mission textbook. Get in, add a little muscle to support the local LAPD, and get out. That was before Bougainvillea took a young woman as leverage.
Pain stabbed at his insides. His fingers clenched and unclenched several times. Sweat trickled down his spine.
After suiting up, they’d pinpointed the dirt-bag’s location in less than an hour, cornering him in with his goons in an apartment complex. Between his captain and himself, they’d dropped five tangos, both men taking a bullet in the process.
He’d been the first one through the door, followed by three unit members. Blood covered the back wall opposite the door from the young woman’s body that lay on the floor lifeless. Bullet holes riddled her torso from where Bougainvillea had used her as a human shield.
They’d fanned out, searching for Bougainvillea, but what they turned up was a whole different nightmare. Three other women with their bodies split open from breastbones to pelvises. Traces of powder provided proof of what Bougainvillea had used them for. Mules for his product. Once they served their purpose, he moved on.
They hadn’t. Gabriel’s stomach pitched at the vileness.
His heart pounded. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Chill the fuck out, man. Ema can handle herself. And if she can’t, I’m ready, willing, and able.
But she didn’t seem to mind the hand or the guy now leading her off to the middle of the dance floor. Then again, she didn’t know the devil she danced with.
Red picked that moment to slide a slender glass double shooter across the bar filled with Mexican gold liquid. He caught the shot and tossed back its content. He didn’t know if the woman could read minds or if his face had murder written on it, but her timing was impeccable.
“His name is Carlos Bougainvillea.” She confirmed what he already knew.
Gabe nodded his reply. While they’d taken down the puppets, their master had slipped past them and it fucking boiled his blood.
“If he is dancing with that woman,” Red gestured toward Ema. “…errr, that, mì amigo ,…it’s a problema .”
No screaming eagle shit .
No amount of broken English could hide the worry in her tone.
“I’m woman and I see, señor . And Bougainvillea, too,” Red added with a small lift to her shoulder. “ Con cuidado, señor . Be careful, he’s a jealous man. Powerful. And your amiga is beautiful.”
A dangerous combination that didn’t lead to anywhere good. No way he’d let Bougainvillea anywhere near Ema.
Red’s words sent chills down his spine. He was well-acquainted with danger, but never with a loved one in the
“ Gracias . Anything you have will do, and if you could make it two?” Gabe glanced to his right, quickly locating his target. He followed her slow progress his direction. Or he tried. Would’ve been easier if some slick with a fine taste for custom-made suits well above his pay grade hadn’t blocked his view.
He pushed himself up from the bar and eased around for a better look. Hands Gabriel bet were as greasy as the stranger’s slicked-back hair stroked the outer part of Esmeralda’s arm, slowly making a move farther south.
The stranger worked first his hand then his arm around her waist, guiding her onto the dance floor, pulling her close.
Gabriel cocked his head. Son-of-a-bitch . Anger clawed at his insides as recognition dawned. If his talent for facial recognition held any salt, the man currently pawing Ema was a wanted man.
He turned for a better angle.
Gabriel knew that face and the name that went with it. He’d memorized every fucking line of it when he, Lucas, and the rest of their team had been called in to help the LAPD take down a drug lord running powder north of the border and into Gabriel’s country a little less than a year ago.
Their CO had labeled the mission textbook. Get in, add a little muscle to support the local LAPD, and get out. That was before Bougainvillea took a young woman as leverage.
Pain stabbed at his insides. His fingers clenched and unclenched several times. Sweat trickled down his spine.
After suiting up, they’d pinpointed the dirt-bag’s location in less than an hour, cornering him in with his goons in an apartment complex. Between his captain and himself, they’d dropped five tangos, both men taking a bullet in the process.
He’d been the first one through the door, followed by three unit members. Blood covered the back wall opposite the door from the young woman’s body that lay on the floor lifeless. Bullet holes riddled her torso from where Bougainvillea had used her as a human shield.
They’d fanned out, searching for Bougainvillea, but what they turned up was a whole different nightmare. Three other women with their bodies split open from breastbones to pelvises. Traces of powder provided proof of what Bougainvillea had used them for. Mules for his product. Once they served their purpose, he moved on.
They hadn’t. Gabriel’s stomach pitched at the vileness.
His heart pounded. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Chill the fuck out, man. Ema can handle herself. And if she can’t, I’m ready, willing, and able.
But she didn’t seem to mind the hand or the guy now leading her off to the middle of the dance floor. Then again, she didn’t know the devil she danced with.
Red picked that moment to slide a slender glass double shooter across the bar filled with Mexican gold liquid. He caught the shot and tossed back its content. He didn’t know if the woman could read minds or if his face had murder written on it, but her timing was impeccable.
“His name is Carlos Bougainvillea.” She confirmed what he already knew.
Gabe nodded his reply. While they’d taken down the puppets, their master had slipped past them and it fucking boiled his blood.
“If he is dancing with that woman,” Red gestured toward Ema. “…errr, that, mì amigo ,…it’s a problema .”
No screaming eagle shit .
No amount of broken English could hide the worry in her tone.
“I’m woman and I see, señor . And Bougainvillea, too,” Red added with a small lift to her shoulder. “ Con cuidado, señor . Be careful, he’s a jealous man. Powerful. And your amiga is beautiful.”
A dangerous combination that didn’t lead to anywhere good. No way he’d let Bougainvillea anywhere near Ema.
Red’s words sent chills down his spine. He was well-acquainted with danger, but never with a loved one in the
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