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desk.
Hooks, for God’s sake . Hooks!
A life sentence for a surgeon who had saved lives with his manual dexterity and technical abilities. The desk shook with the force of his pummeling. His relatives had received no mercy from the head of Mendez crime family, Ramon Mendez.Justice was blind, deaf, and corrupt. Alejandro’s implacable fury raged and roared for revenge. The offender had to be struck down.
Meantime, Mendez, the wily old bastard, was nowhere to be found. Alejandro had volunteered for this risky assignment just to have access to the crime boss. The thug was going to get as good as he gave. While he had no desire to go after children, the score had to be settled. Mendez would be missing the same body parts as Luis—and more when Alejandro was finished.
Howls of laughter erupted from the girls, jarring him back to reality. Patience, Alejandro, patience . Stay under the radar, remain calm, and keep everyone in the dark, especially the United States Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives. If his ATFE handler knew his true agenda, he would be back in Texas before he could say his real name. It was a good thing the news about Luis hadn’t hit state side. Otherwise the Bureau would have yanked his butt out of Mexico and destroyed all the groundwork he’d built over the past six months. Six months where he had proved his trustworthiness to Isabel as a crooked accountant.
The mahogany door to his office crashed open. The massive moron, Tio, lumbered over to the couch and threw himself onto it. The sofa squeaked as if in protest. “ Que pasa?”
If you only knew, Alejandro thought. He needed to shift gears, put on his game face. “ Nada. Just trying to clean up the books a little, make them pretty.” He waved his hands over the computer like a magician. “Presto, chango!”
Tio threw his head back and laughed like a braying donkey. “If I’d gone to school, instead of hooking up with a gang, I bet I could have been good with money, too.”
“You, my friend, are a very talented bodyguard. Don’t let anyone take that away from you. Not even Professora Isabel Ramirez.”
The man of muscle hee-hawed. “That’s so funny, man, as if anyone would ever cross the boss. She’d cut their balls off and hand them to them. She may look hot, but that bitch is cold.”
“La doctora?” Alejandro put his hand on his heart and feigned shock. “She’s a saint. She saved me from that lunatic, Raul.”
Tio brayed again, slapping his thigh. “Man, the look on your face! I wish I had a camera. Oh, wait! I have a phone. Hold that thought.” Tio whipped out his cell and snapped a photo. “That one is for the books.”
Alejandro probed, digging to see what else the big jackass might divulge. Maybe he knew where to find Isabel’s venomous father, Mendez. “She may be a sharp businesswoman—but I’ve seen her with her kids and Sean. She’s also a loving mother and wife. She’s crazy about her family. I bet she misses her father and mother.”
Tio shook his massive head and lowered his voice to a hoarse whisper. “Rumor has it she offed her own father and mother.” He drew a finger across his throat. “Heard she did it with her own hands.”
Alejandro’s heart skipped a beat, seeming to stop at the news. Hands cold, he clenched and unclenched them into fists. Could that be true? Isabel had told Alejandro her parents had moved out of the country to lay low and avoid the phony crackdown on crime that occurred around each election. The elections had been over for two months, and they weren’t back. So, where were Ramon and Marta Mendez? And why didn’t Isabel ever speak of them, except when someone new had the impertinence to ask.
“Tio, do you really think she murdered her own parents?”
The heavy wooden door slammed open, and Isabel Ramirez stood in the entryway, her emerald green eyes narrowed.
Oh. Shit. Had she heard them talking?
He took a deep breath and waited.
“Alejandro. Just
Hooks, for God’s sake . Hooks!
A life sentence for a surgeon who had saved lives with his manual dexterity and technical abilities. The desk shook with the force of his pummeling. His relatives had received no mercy from the head of Mendez crime family, Ramon Mendez.Justice was blind, deaf, and corrupt. Alejandro’s implacable fury raged and roared for revenge. The offender had to be struck down.
Meantime, Mendez, the wily old bastard, was nowhere to be found. Alejandro had volunteered for this risky assignment just to have access to the crime boss. The thug was going to get as good as he gave. While he had no desire to go after children, the score had to be settled. Mendez would be missing the same body parts as Luis—and more when Alejandro was finished.
Howls of laughter erupted from the girls, jarring him back to reality. Patience, Alejandro, patience . Stay under the radar, remain calm, and keep everyone in the dark, especially the United States Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives. If his ATFE handler knew his true agenda, he would be back in Texas before he could say his real name. It was a good thing the news about Luis hadn’t hit state side. Otherwise the Bureau would have yanked his butt out of Mexico and destroyed all the groundwork he’d built over the past six months. Six months where he had proved his trustworthiness to Isabel as a crooked accountant.
The mahogany door to his office crashed open. The massive moron, Tio, lumbered over to the couch and threw himself onto it. The sofa squeaked as if in protest. “ Que pasa?”
If you only knew, Alejandro thought. He needed to shift gears, put on his game face. “ Nada. Just trying to clean up the books a little, make them pretty.” He waved his hands over the computer like a magician. “Presto, chango!”
Tio threw his head back and laughed like a braying donkey. “If I’d gone to school, instead of hooking up with a gang, I bet I could have been good with money, too.”
“You, my friend, are a very talented bodyguard. Don’t let anyone take that away from you. Not even Professora Isabel Ramirez.”
The man of muscle hee-hawed. “That’s so funny, man, as if anyone would ever cross the boss. She’d cut their balls off and hand them to them. She may look hot, but that bitch is cold.”
“La doctora?” Alejandro put his hand on his heart and feigned shock. “She’s a saint. She saved me from that lunatic, Raul.”
Tio brayed again, slapping his thigh. “Man, the look on your face! I wish I had a camera. Oh, wait! I have a phone. Hold that thought.” Tio whipped out his cell and snapped a photo. “That one is for the books.”
Alejandro probed, digging to see what else the big jackass might divulge. Maybe he knew where to find Isabel’s venomous father, Mendez. “She may be a sharp businesswoman—but I’ve seen her with her kids and Sean. She’s also a loving mother and wife. She’s crazy about her family. I bet she misses her father and mother.”
Tio shook his massive head and lowered his voice to a hoarse whisper. “Rumor has it she offed her own father and mother.” He drew a finger across his throat. “Heard she did it with her own hands.”
Alejandro’s heart skipped a beat, seeming to stop at the news. Hands cold, he clenched and unclenched them into fists. Could that be true? Isabel had told Alejandro her parents had moved out of the country to lay low and avoid the phony crackdown on crime that occurred around each election. The elections had been over for two months, and they weren’t back. So, where were Ramon and Marta Mendez? And why didn’t Isabel ever speak of them, except when someone new had the impertinence to ask.
“Tio, do you really think she murdered her own parents?”
The heavy wooden door slammed open, and Isabel Ramirez stood in the entryway, her emerald green eyes narrowed.
Oh. Shit. Had she heard them talking?
He took a deep breath and waited.
“Alejandro. Just
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