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“This isn’t possible! You two should not be alive.”

“Neither should you,” said Miller. “Don’t worry, Hugo. We’ll let the Samaan family know that you couldn’t make it.”

Hugo shook his head. He couldn’t believe it. How could they know about them? How was it possible that they knew about the Samaan family?

“Don’t look so shocked, Hugo. It is what we do, after all. Before we take you for a walk, I do want to know why you were pushing that fucking piss water of yours. Moonshine? I mean, you could have bought a vineyard or built a brewery.”

“It wasn’t piss water. It was a lucrative business idea, and if it had been legal, I could have sold it for millions!” He was holding his bleeding hand against his abdomen, the blood dripping around his feet.

“Millions? You’ve lost your mind. Moonshine is only appealing to a small group of people,” said Miller. “You would have lost millions.”

“You’re a fool,” said Hugo. “Don’t you get it? I manufacture two types of moonshine. One for the public and another for my colleagues. A special brew that has additional ingredients to make people do as you say.” He gave an evil grin to Miller, and Trak stared at him for a moment, then slammed his fist into the side of his head. Hugo fell to the ground, cursing as he tried to get up.

“You don’t have the guts to kill me,” smirked Hugo, his ear now bleeding along with his hands.

“You seriously underestimate me and my friend,” said Miller. “I’m old now, Hugo. I don’t give a shit about fighting a man hand-to-hand unless he’s an honorable man. And you are not an honorable man. You don’t deserve to fight for your right to live. You deserve to die. Slowly, if possible, but it really doesn’t matter.”

“I see,” he said nervously. “So, it will be two against one. That’s very manly of you both.” Trak gave the tiniest evil smirk at the man.

“No. It will be one on one. I will only jump in if Alvin needs me.”

“Your name is Alvin?” he laughed, staring at Miller. Miller chuckled, shaking his head.

“No. My name is Pierre Alfonse Christopher Robicheaux. My friend is Joseph ‘Trak’ Redhawk. I don’t care if you know our real names. You can tell the fucking devil when you meet him.”

“Th-then who is Alvin?”

The hiss and Jurassic-like growl at his feet made him jump, and Alvin jumped at him, gripping one ankle in his mouth. Hugo screamed like a little girl, trying to kick Alvin off of him, only serving to embed his teeth into his leg even more.

“This is Alvin, and he is very hungry. He also has children to feed.” Trak patted the top of Alvin’s leathery head and nodded. “Take him away, Alvin.”

Most people don’t realize that alligators can move very quickly, and their bite force is exceptionally strong. Alvin moved toward the water, dragging Hugo’s body as he screamed. Pulling him into the bayou, Hugo’s head went above the water, then under as Alvin swam deeper and deeper into the swamp.

Miller grinned at Trak who had the slightest of grins on his face.

“That gave me great satisfaction.”

“I’m sure it did,” smirked Miller. “You can tell Lydia she won’t have to worry about him ever again.”

“We can all tell Lydia. Now, we must prepare for the Samaans. I don’t think they will be so easy to overcome.”

“They never are, brother. They never are,” said Miller, slapping his back as he walked toward the giraffes. “Trak? If I haven’t told you lately, I love being your partner, brother.”

Trak stopped and stared at Miller, giving a slight nod. He then gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer. He touched his forehead to Miller’s and nodded.

“You are my brother. I’m honored to work with you.” As Trak walked away, Miller chuckled, shaking his head. In his earpiece, he heard the voice of Nine.

“He can speak when he wants to.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

“Hugo is not answering my calls,” said Ahmed Samaan to his cousins.

“Do not worry about him. Once this is done, we will kill him as well. He serves no purpose for us.”

The four cousins were seated toward the front of the oversized van. The other men they’d brought with them were huddled in the back. For decades, their fathers and grandfathers spoke of the men who had destroyed their plans, killed their people, and took back their hostages. Every grand plan they had was destroyed by a group of men that no one could find and no one could stop.

That would end today. They would destroy these men and bring justice to their families.

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