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“Watch out!” Kruz shouted as he spun around, firing off two shots.

Pop! Pop!

He grinned but immediately turned his attention to another enemy soldier who appeared from behind a stack of crates.

This time, it was my kill, a single bullet making its mark between his eyes. After taking a deep exhale, I wiped sweat from my brow and rose to my feet, turning in a full circle. There had to be at least twenty villagers inside.

Two more shots and a quiet hum fell over the entire building. I stood over the unconscious soldier, my anger almost spiraling out of control.

A shadow caught the periphery of my vision, a gun pointed at my face. There was no time to react.

Pop!

CHAPTER 11

Navarro

Well, fuck.

I took a deep breath and with my head turned, watched as a soldier hiding in the shadows dropped to the floor, the life once seen in his eyes fading quickly from the single shot to his brain.

Chuckling, I studied Jago, who was grinning as he lowered his weapon. “I figured you needed a hand.”

How many times had I saved the man’s life? Numerous times. “You owed me.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Jago swaggered forward as Kruz headed for two of Eduardo’s men.

“What the fuck is this shit?” I growled, indicating the villagers. Fuck. The people were starving, their bodies frail.

He scanned the room, shaking his head. “An unexpected pain in our ass.”

“Eduardo is a pig, Jago. Cousin or not.”

“This time, I agree with you,” Jago sighed as he peered down at Fassi’s soldier.

I kicked the enemy soldier with my boot just to rouse him.

He reared up until I smashed my foot against his chest. “Stay down.” I could tell by the flash in the man’s eyes he understood English.

Jago exhaled and motioned for his number one soldier. “Benito. Make our guest comfortable for a few minutes.”

Benito grinned and immediately jerked the soldier off the floor. “You got it, boss.” As the soldier was dragged away, the Moroccan shot me a look. Oddly enough, it appeared to be one of recognition.

Interesting.

Kruz joined us, studying the tables full of product. “Several of Eduardo’s soldiers were killed. Two remain. What a clusterfuck.”

“Good the bastards are alive. I have some questions that need immediate answers,” I snarled. He was right; this had been a clusterfuck. I found it interesting that out of nowhere a single warehouse had been targeted by a man from a country far away with a penchant for diamonds, not drugs.

Farid Fassi wasn’t in the business of illegal party favors, yet the hit likely had more to do with his hatred of Jago than scoring even millions of dollars’ worth of blow.

Unless there was something hidden in the building or in the process of refining the kilos themselves.

I headed to the back room, opening the door. The room itself was larger than it had appeared, additional scientific equipment as well as weights and burners positioned in strategic locations. I’d seen labs before, primitive in design and certainly nothing considered legal or sane. This was something entirely different. A true scientist had designed the facility. My gut told me that.

Jago flanked my side, whistling as he did. “I had no idea Eduardo was this sophisticated.”