Edmond
Hundreds of miles away, behind the glass walls of a sleek, cold estate, another table had been set for me and my flock.
I sat in a dark mahogany-paneled conference room with a few of my trusted men at my side and my secret weapon.
I towered over my guests as the head of the Valdez family, leaning forward, and eyes narrowed on the glowing city skyline in the distance.
Beside me, Sabrina sat dressed in all black, face unreadable while she sipped her drink without blinking.
“He thinks it’s over,” I said, my voice like ice.
“Let him celebrate with his little wife. Let them all relax.” Sabrina said.
My gaze was sharp as a blade, as my fingers drummed slowly against the glass of my tumbler.
“Give me one reason I shouldn’t kill you where you sit for failing to deliver the girl.” I said looking at my beautiful associate. “Why I shouldn’t sell your mediocre pussy to the highest bidder in one of my houses.” I asked, my voice calm but deadly.
Sabrina didn’t flinch, her eyes, icy and unreadable, locked onto mine with a cool defiance. It was comical really. She knew that in the snap of my fingers I could have her drugged and inside a cargo container by tonight. But she still acted unafraid. I respected it.
“Because I’m the only one who’s already been in his bed, in his mind, and under his skin.
You send soldiers, he’ll kill them. You send hackers, his people will outsmart them.
But me?” Her lips curled, slow and calculated.
“I can walk through the front door. And when the time is right... I’ll rip him apart from the inside out. ”
“Good,” I said, happy we were on the same page. “Don’t fail me again. You won’t like your punishment. So, Kyle Harris is dead, am I correct?”
Hector my second nodded.
“His father wants out. Says it’s too hot.”
“He doesn’t get out. No one does. Not until I get what I was promised.” I said, smiling coldly.
“And the girl, boss?” Hector asked.
“The girl is mine by blood oath and paid contract.” I said, opening a file with a grainy photo of Timberly, smiling with a missing tooth. “She’s going to be part of this family, whether they want it or not.”
“And the mother, boss?” Another man cleared his throat
“Kill her if you want. I don’t care. But bring me the girl alive.” I answered, leaning back in my seat, closing the file. “Oh, and tell our new friends, the ones from down south. Tell them it’s open season in Timberline." I said, my smile cold as death.