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My baby sister is in there. From the moment she was born, it has been my job to protect her, to keep her safe and look out for her.
contacts. I dug deep into Arturo. I had to. If there was a chance he was going to marry my little sister, I had to make sure he was good enough. In my opinion, he wasn’t.
Lmaoo
At 6’7, I was taller than most people. Not to mention that I worked out 24/7, so I was pushing a tight 240.
“Bud' ostorozhen, syn moy,” Be careful, my son. He said in Russian, a deep sincerity lacing his voice I’d never heard before.
It also revealed she was high up in the ranks of the cartel, since he obeyed her command, not saying another word.
“If you’re gonna kill me, kill me. I’m not afraid to die. So if you’re gonna do it, hurry up. Otherwise, get the fuck out of my face.” For the briefest moment, all I could do was stare at her in shock. I could tell by the look in her eyes she was entirely serious. She wasn’t scared to die. There wasn’t an ounce of fear on her face. Just total calmness, complete ease, like this was just another day at the office. I’d never met a woman like her. She was fearless. Even in the face of death.
And yet, none of the Bratva women I’d met had ever shown such a complete and total lack of fear. Except maybe my sister. But she was batshit crazy.
Oh, she hated me. It was obvious by the look in her eyes. But she wanted to fuck me too. And that was okay. Hate sex was fucking amazing.
He pounded his chest like a gorilla. “Hulk angry,” he grunted, imitating me. That little shit.
The identity of the boss of the Los Zetas was some kind of well-kept secret within their organisation.
“I can do whatever I want. You’re mine now, malyshka. And as long as you misbehave, you’ll stay down here, strapped to that chair, with nothing and no one. You’ll eat when I say you can eat. Go to the bathroom only when I give permission. Your life is mine to control, to do with as I see fit. If you want that to change, I suggest you start to cooperate.”
I wanted to strangle the life out of him with my bare hands. And fuck him until I couldn’t move.
I dropped to my knees at her feet, this overwhelming need to worship the ground she walked on all but consuming me.
How could I let her go? I needed Drea like I needed air in my lungs. Blood in my veins. Food in my belly. She was everything I needed to survive, and the thought of being without her was…unbearable.
“Why does she look so miserable? And why is she glaring at you?” I asked, studying the woman. “She ‘accidentally’ walked in on Arturo in the shower,” Illayana said, using air quotes. “Accidentally my ass. She did it on purpose. So I set the bitches hair on fire.”
