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“Is this guy a fucking idiot, or what?”

“Are we being punked?” I look around in case more of Petro’s men come out from the shadow. “Hey.” I lay a swift kick into the guy’s side. “Name,” I demand. He’s groaning and holding his side. “Name!” I lay another kick in the same spot. The crack of a few ribs causes me to smirk.

“Fuck you, bitch,” he manages to say between sharp intakes of breath.

I look to G then back at the guy and shake my head. “Did Augusta send you?”

“Fuck you!”

“Not in this lifetime.” I stand over him and smash the baseball bat repeatedly over his upper torso and head. The last hit snaps the bat causing the bottom half to go flying to the left. I stand back and wipe the blood from my face.

“Get in the car, Frank,” G says as he hurries me away from the dead guy. He pulls out his phone to make a call. “Mario, there’s a body in the alleyway, clean it up.” He tucks his phone back into his suit jacket pocket and shakes his head at me. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

I flick my hand dismissively. “Besides, the Augustas have overstepped onto my territory.” I wipe my hands down my pants and exhale deeply. I point behind me. “Makes me wonder what his men are doing south of the border.”

“He was a lone wolf.”

“Was he?” I ask as I tilt my head to the side. “What would we do to any of our men who strayed as far as that fucker?”

“Kill ‘em, because we don’t want a territory war.”

“Exactly.” I sit back and stare out the window. I need a face to face with Augusta. He needs to explain why the fuck one of his soldiers was so far from their territory.

If this is his way to muscle into what belongs to me, then we have a big fucking problem.

Chapter 18

Jeremy

Today’s been a clusterfuck from the moment I arrived at the office.

Partially because I’m getting emails and calls from everyone in my damned state, starting with unhappy tax payers to the party higher-ups.

But mostly because I can’t seem to focus on anything but the way Frankie took everything I did to her and wanted more. That was...I don’t even know how to describe it. She sparked a fire deep inside my gut, and all I want to do is have her again. And again. And again.

My office door opens and Zac enters. He has a stack of papers wedged under his left arm. He’s also scrolling his phone while holding a cup of coffee for me. “Here you go.” He places the coffee on my desk, then places the papers down beside my coffee. “Last month’s budget is on top of the pile, Mr. Miller.”

“Thank you.”

Zac exits my office, and I push my salacious memories of Frankie aside so I can concentrate on the budget. It doesn’t take long before my eyes are going crossed looking at the numbers, so I open my laptop to shift through my emails. The blinking light on my office phone catches my attention. “Yeah,” I say knowing it’s Zac announcing a phone call.

“Tyler Lewis from the FBI.”

“Put him through.” I sit back and release a stressed sigh. “Tyler, how can I help you?”

“I wanted to let you know that there’s a sting happening on one of your ports soon.”

“What’s coming in?”

“We’ve got intelligence on a human trafficking shipment that will be docking within the month.”

My gut churns when he speaks the words. Human trafficking, child brides and child prostitution is my hard limit. Anyone who profits for those can burn in fucking hell. “Who’s bringing them in?”

“We’ve got a task force set up to take down the DeLucas.”

My heart falls to the pit of my stomach. “This is a DeLuca shipment?” I’m trying to hold onto my anger.

“It looks like it is.”

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