War (Wrong Book 4) by Stevie J. Cole & LP Lovell

Author:Stevie J. Cole & LP Lovell [Cole, Stevie J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-08-15T18:00:00+00:00

20

Tor

I pace across the hotel room, glancing at the clock.

Jude has been gone for two hours. I know Jude, he won't stay longer than he needs to—unless something happened. No, I refuse to believe that. It's not Ronan's style. He wouldn't sully himself with such things.

I pick up the burner phone Ronan's man gave me and press 1, listening to the foreign dial tone. "Ah, Victoria. I missed you at dinner," Ronan says.

"I need to know what was discussed."

He laughs. "Don't you trust the American to tell you? Oh no, don’t tell me there is there trouble in paradise?"

I sigh. "Ronan."

"Perhaps you should have attended our little meeting as I requested."

A reply is on the tip of my tongue, but I stop. I don't want to talk about meetings and deals. I just want Cayla. "Ronan, please," I say. "Imagine if she were your child. I set up Jude. I killed Jésus. I have done everything you asked. Please, just let me have her," I plead, my voice breaking.

He sighs. "All you have to do is finish the job you started. I'll be in touch, Victoria. And good luck." He hangs up and I stare at the phone for a second. The job I started...

The door to the hotel room slams shut, the sudden bang causing me to jump. "God, I've never wanted to slit someone's throat so bad in my life," Jude says.

I put the burner phone in my back pocket. "Did you see Cayla?" I ask in a rush.

"No." He looks at me and I guess he sees the worry etching itself across my face. "Camilla was with him. She said she was watching her."

My muscles relax slightly. I don't like that he has Camilla. I know she won't be with him willingly, but if anyone will protect my little girl, it's her. She's done it before. "What does he want?" I ask.

"Oh, you know, nothing too fucking extravagant." Jude scrubs his hand over his face. "Just for me to take down the entire motherfucking Sinaloa cartel." He groans. "Insane fucker."

"But… Jésus is dead."

He looks at me. "The entire cartel. Dead and buried, completely."

I feel all the blood drain from my face. "What?" It's impossible. He is asking the impossible. We will never get Cayla back. My hands start to shake and I lower myself to the edge of the bed. The fight that has been raging through me ever since I ran from Jude, ever since I sacrificed everything for Cayla, leaves me. It was all for nothing. Once again, I am powerless to protect her.

"He's fucking crazy," Jude says. I nod, staring at the worn carpet in front of me. "It's fine. It's fine," he mumbles, pacing the room. "As long as we can—"

"Jude." I lift my gaze to his. There's that fire burning in his eyes that's all Jude, and I don't want to be the one that puts it out, but this is ridiculous. "It's impossible," I whisper.

"It's not impossible. It's just gonna require a lot of fucking planning.

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