Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 118333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 394(@300wpm)
“Tell us,” Tank demanded. The Nazi was close to death—but not close enough. I could make this last a few more hours at least. “Tell us and it’ll be quick.”
The Nazi met my eyes. Then his bruised lips opened. “Safe house . . . fifteen miles . . . north west.”
“How do we get there?” Ky asked.
“Private . . . road.”
“And where’s Tanner?” Tank pushed.
The Nazi smiled again. It boiled my fucking piss. “He’ll be there . . . by now.” He choked on the blood starting to claw its way up his throat, but managed, “He’ll be killed . . . the White Prince will fall.”
I sliced my knife across his mouth, shutting him the fuck up, then stabbed the fucker in the neck. His eyes widened, and Tank kicked the asshole to the floor as he choked on his blood. I turned to AK. “Coordinates,” I signed.
“On it,” he said, and took the area map Valdez had sent us from his cut. AK marked out where the safe house was. “We’ll have to go most of the way by foot or they’ll hear us.”
I heard the sound of cars entering the camp. “Valdez?” Ky asked.
“Should be,” I signed.
“Be ready to fight,” Ky told the brothers, and I led the way into back into the center of the camp. I stopped just as we got outside.
“Y’all go for Tanner. We’ll follow as soon as this is done.” I pointed to myself and Ky. I held my cell up to AK. “Send me the route.” He nodded, and our brothers took off.
Three black cars stopped in the center of the camp. Dead Nazis, some fallen Diablos and Hangmen littered the ground. A guy in a black suit got out of the driver’s side door of the middle car. He opened the back door, and an older man got out. I stepped to the front of my men, and he immediately came toward me. “Styx Nash, I presume?”
Ky stepped beside me. “He doesn’t talk.”
“The Hangmen Mute,” Valdez said. “I’ve heard of you. I’m glad we finally got to work together.”
I lifted my hands and signed, “Is the Quintana cartel yours?” Ky spoke for me.
“It is.”
I stared at the fucker with slicked-back hair and an expensive suit. “Where is she?” I tried to see inside the other cars. I couldn’t see any sign of Adelita.
Valdez shook his head. “She wasn’t there.” I tensed, and the muscle in my jaw twitched. I glared at this fucker. He must have seen I was still caught in bloodlust and was a second from slitting his throat, as he held up his hands. “We had a deal, Mr. Nash. You wanted the girl alive. For me to not kill her. I gave my word. She wasn’t at the hacienda.”
“Diego Medina?” Ky asked.
“Fled. Alone, we believe.” My teeth ground in fury. “He won’t get far. My men are everywhere. He has no allies and nowhere to go that will offer him safety. It won’t be long until he is discovered . . . and then he will be dealt with.”
“Adelita? Where would she be?” Ky pushed.
Valdez shrugged. “She was gone when we arrived. I don’t know where. Maybe she escaped herself before we got to the hacienda.”
I stepped forward and got right in this fucker’s face. I saw his men move. Mine moved faster, their guns drawn and fucking braced. “If I find out you killed her, if you touched one fucking hair on her head, I’ll kill you myself.” Ky spat out my threat to Valdez.
Fucker didn’t react. “I believe you, Mr. Nash. But we made a deal and I saw it through. I never killed the girl.” He shrugged. “Who is she without her father anyway? She’s of no consequence to me now.” Valdez nodded to one of his men, who moved to the car and opened the door, then looked to me. “I hope we can work together again in the future, Mr. Nash. We will take care of Diego Medina as agreed. We will make contact with you when it’s done.”
Valdez got in the car and drove the fuck away. As he disappeared from sight, Ky got in my face. “You need to tell me now why the fuck you suddenly give a shit about Tanner’s bitch this much. And don’t fucking lie to me.”
I could see my brothers watching, waiting for an explanation. The Diablos were too. Chavez was close by. Where the fuck was she? And how the fuck did we even find her now?
“Styx!” Ky hissed. “Fucking tell me!”
Raising my hands, I signed, “She’s my sister. She’s my fucking sister.” Ky’s face paled, and his mouth dropped open. I nudged my head in Chavez’s direction. “And she’s his sister too.”
“What?” Chavez asked, and came walking over. “What did you say?”
Ky’s confusion suddenly cleared. “Fuck . . . your mama and Sanchez had a kid?” I jerked my head “yes.” “Adelita?” He shook his head.