Chapter 34
“As both of you can see, I’ve already been included as member of ‘El Padrino’s’ family and consequently you cannot touch me or any of my partners.” Reynaldo says as he pulls Hanna to him, encircling her waist. “Ana Maria is my legal wife and now it’s time to set the new rules of the game.” He adds defiantly.
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Chapter 33
Sean’s words are echoing inside of my mind and I can’t seem to make sense of that new revelation. I don’t know what to think anymore; I’m completely lost right now.
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Chapter 32
Ava Gardner.
Okay. There has to be another explanation besides the obvious one. I only have to figure out what it is.
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Chapter 31
I thought I would puke as soon as I had two minutes alone, but surprisingly I didn’t. I’m still feeling sick and sure as hell I’ll feel that way for a while. Anyway, I’ve been too busy thinking non-stop about what took place tonight; trying to make sense of the craziness I was witness to, and about our new suspicions regarding Reynaldo and Santos.
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Chapter 30
All the DEA agents that came tonight have gone, only Sean is still here with us. We didn’t know why the Zetas had let them go so easily; that was until we saw who showed up from nowhere. ‘El Padrino’ in the flesh and bones.
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Chapter 29
There they are; twelve vehicles loaded and ready to be driven across the border. All of them have contraband compartments full of Santos’ coke. There are six deep blue SUVs and six deep green Cherokees. At first sight all of them seem identical but something tells me I’m wrong. I don’t know why but my guts are clenching again and that means trouble.
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Chapter 28
No.
How the fuck a single word can hurt so fucking much I don’t know but for damn sure it broke my heart in a million pieces. No, it literally tore me apart; it killed me, shattering all my dreams and plans for the future, our future in a second flat.
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Chapter 27
As soon as the four of us left the club, Ricardo lost Fabio’s men, saying he didn’t like anyone knowing where we were going to spend the night. Besides according to his own words, he doesn’t want any of those fuckers around while he set his own line of action in motion.
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Chapter 26
Have you ever felt like a damn puppet unable to cut the strings that are tying you even if you had the chance? Have you ever felt so lost and frustrated that you wanted to scream at the top of your lungs enough is damned enough? Have you ever felt used by those who claim they love you and care for you even if they don’t realize they are using you? Have you ever felt so terrified about what future has in store for you than you can’t seem to find the courage to keep on but at the same time you can’t stop going ahead? Have you ever wondered where your limits are?
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Sinaloa.
What Cali and Medellin are to Colombian narco-traffickers, Sinaloa is to the drug lords of Mexico. Nestled between the Pacific Ocean and the Sierra Madre mountains in Mexico’s northwest, this drug-rich Mexican state is just a two-day drive from the U.S.
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