Cartel B!tch: Almanza Crime Family Duet by Chelsea Camaron

Author:Chelsea Camaron [Camaron, Chelsea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-14T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Javier

With a quick goodbye to my mother, I took off to Paco’s. Inside the room, the very room where Paco killed Miguel, I could hear noise. I paused just outside the door to listen.

The home Miguel built was large for Juarez. The fence surrounding the property kept everyone out unless you were welcomed inside. Paco immediately moved into the residence after assuming his role. Funny, the man didn’t give the organization his name. He said the Silvia Cartel had global recognition and he preferred to keep it that way. I didn’t ask questions because honestly, it was’t my job to. I did what ever was necessary, period.

“Like you took from Miguel, I will take from you, Paco.” Maricio proclaimed on a laugh. My heart stopped.

The rage rushed through my veins like a junky getting a hit. It was a cold burn that took over inch by inch.

Maricio was here just on the other side of the wall from me. My missing eye twitched from ghost pains that still came and went. I had to remain calm. I had to keep my shit together. He had been able to stay away from my reach for far too long. Being this close to ending him, I couldn’t rush in and lose my advantage.

It also had me curious as to Paco’s interaction with my nemesis. In Maricio’s absence I had risen to Paco’s top staff. Would Paco play both sides? Absolutely.

Which meant this could be as much of a set up for me as it could be Paco needing help. I should have played it safe. I should have waited for Aurelio so I wouldn’t be a single man getting double-teamed. I should have done a lot of things that I didn’t do.

As much as I told myself to remain calm, cool, and collected, I didn’t. In the end, I burst into the room with my gun raised. Maricio stood with his own gun trained on Paco. The way his eyes couldn’t seem to focus told me he was high. The barrel of his gun shook from the unsteady grip he held on the weapon. Yes, Maricio was not prepared for this situation.

The problem was Maricio honestly handled everything better on the fly. If he wanted to he would put a bullet between Paco’s eyes and turn to do the same to me. If I didn’t stay aware, Maricio could be the last man standing today. And well, that was the last thing I wanted to have happen.

Upon my entrance, Paco looked to me. For the first time since I met him at nine years old, Paco showed fear. His eyes were full of trepidation while his hands remained unsteady. Paco was shaken up and bad. Paco didn’t do drugs so I knew he wasn’t high. No, he was truly afraid.

He knew as well as I did, Maricio was high and the most unpredictable son-of-a-bitch you would ever meet. The combination was dangerous. The desperation was written in his features. Desperate and high, the odds were not in Paco’s favor.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.