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“Shut up!” he hissed. He was staring out the cabin window where Vincente and Ortega bled out on the hanger floor, his leg bouncing with nervous energy.
“Emilio. Bring out the woman.” Juan’s voice. Taunting. “Maybe we’ll have some fun with her, yes?” Any hint of remorse he’d shown had vanished.
Gia clutched Emilio’s sleeve, frantic. “Look what they did to Vincente. To your friend. They’ll kill us both. They can’t risk Vincente’s father learning his own flesh and blood betrayed him.”
Dead.
Vincente was dead.
She should have felt safe. Relieved.
Instead, she was caught in a family betrayal that would spill more blood before it was over.
The enormity of it hit her like a wave.
A sob escaped. So did the truth.
She’d thought staying silent would keep her safe.
How wrong she’d been.
“No,puta. They’ll kill you.” Emilio’s voice rang with a false bravado that clashed with the fear in his eyes.
Not for her. For himself.
He shoved to his feet and grabbed her roughly, dragging her toward the open cabin door.
Gia planted her hands on the doorframe, feet braced at the top of the stairs.
She stared down at Juan—at the man who’d so cruelly betrayed his cousin.
Hate and fear coiled in her chest. She’d never liked Juan—with his snide remarks and inappropriate stares—but Vincente had trusted his cousin implicitly.
Now his blood stained the floor. Just like Antonio’s had soaked the deck of Vincente’s yacht.
The scent of copper and iron turned her stomach.
This time, there was no ocean nearby to swallow the bodies.
“Vincente’s father will kill you both when he finds out. And he will.”
It wasn’t a threat. It wasn’t a plea.
Just a final parting shot. A curse she prayed would come true.
Because the best she could hope for now was a quick death.
Ramón’s sneer reeked of arrogance and disdain. “My brother will believe his son died in a trap laid for him and his men by you and that soldier you’ve been fucking. I will take great pleasure informing him thatmyson avenged Vincente’s death by killing you.”
He turned to Juan. “Deal with her. Then we leave.”
Juan’s leering smile made her want to claw his eyes out. “Vincente promised me a turn with you. All those times I saw your lips wrapped around his cock. Bent over while he took you and I could only watch…”
He glanced at his father. “We’ve got time, don’t we,Papá?”
Ramón’s backhand landed with a brutal crack, knocking Juan sideways. “Are you as dimwitted as your cousin? You think this is a game?”
For a flicker of a second, something dangerous burned in Juan’s gaze.