Leverage: A Dark Cartel Romance (Zaragoza Cartel Book 1) by Lilian Black

Author:Lilian Black [Black, Lilian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-09-12T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Yuri

I left her there in that bathroom, cheeks still wet with tears, because I couldn’t look at the blood on her hands and keep my composure. And if I got my hands on her again, I wouldn’t have been able to stop.

As the boss, I needed to be next to Luka and the others, checking in with the doctor and lending a hand wherever necessary. But all I really wanted to do was march back into that bathroom and fuck her senseless.

Lose myself in her.

Instead, my legs carried me back to the table where my brother lay, his bare chest open and oozing beneath bloody hands. Stained red rags filled the room with a thick musty scent, some spread across the ground and seeped into the hardwood, some still pressed against Luka’s peaked skin. Denis paced next to the wall I’d slammed him into and I refused to meet his gaze. Where he should have had his fucking tail tucked between his legs, begging on his knees for forgiveness, I knew I would only find smug indignation. Not only had he hurt Darya, he was closest to Luka when he’d been shot and I loathed the fact it was my brother with the bullet holes and not my idiot cousin. I strained to keep my voice even but I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Who was it? Did you get a look?”

“It wasn’t the fucking cops, who do you think it was?” Denis spat. He reached a bloody hand to rub at his neck, his eyes bouncing around the room.

“Did you see a brand?” I asked. Even as liquid hatred seeped through my veins and my fingers itched for retaliation, we needed to be sure. We needed proof– or at least suspicion without a shadow of a doubt. If those men were sent by the Desalmados, it was an act of war.

“I didn’t,” Matteo clipped. His hands were steel against Luka’s chest and not a drop of emotion crossed his face. “I checked each body, no brand, no tattoos, nothing.”

“No tattoos?” My brows knitted.

“No affiliations.” He answered my unspoken question. Men with no affiliations were like prey in our territory. You belonged to us or you were seen as an enemy. Our tattoos announced who we were– just like the bloody rose that wrapped around anyone working for the Zaragozas. A symbol of loyalty and a rejection of everything else. If not a single corpse left behind had affiliations, that in itself was an announcement.

The Desalmados were rewriting the rules and covering their tracks. To us, it was a declaration of power; to the feds, it was a smokescreen.

The doorbell rang and pulled me out of my thoughts. Whatever their true intentions were, they took a backseat to my little brother bleeding out on the dining room table. “Get the door,” I ordered Denis.

He returned seconds later with Gerardo in tow. His eyes widened when he took in the scene, but he waited no time going to Luka.

“Gunshot,” said Matteo, stepping aside to give the doc access.

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