Page 138 of Devil's Bride

“My God. This is a boat,” Genevieve whistled.

We stood on the dock. My eyes had never left the cargo ship as it had slowly made its way out to deeper waters. “She’ll do.”

“I never noticed this one on your documentation listing assets for our contract.”

I threw her a look and lowered my binoculars. “I can’t share all my secrets. Now, can I?”

The light breeze had turned chilly and she folded her arms as she walked closer.

There’d been no sign of trouble. Now, nearing midnight, I was beginning to wonder if Antonio had purposely shared the wrong information.

“I don’t like this, boss,” Navarro stated. He’d walked the warehouse and surrounding area with other soldiers prior to my arrival. The search for a single sight of any enemy soldiers had come up empty-handed.

“I don’t either, but I can feel something is going down.” It had been several hours since we’d arrived and the ease with which the ship had set sail kept a red flag high in my system. I’d been in contact with the captain, and he’d seen no sign of trouble. Still, I had the three speedboats I owned ready to go at a moment’s notice. “What about the coast guard? Any chatter?”

Kruz had been monitoring the various stations and checking the Automatic Identification System located in the office of the seaside warehouse searching for other watercraft in the area.

“Nothing from any of the coast guard at this point other than the ships that were already given permission. And I can’t see any unidentifiable boats out there.”

“Keep looking. If they came out of Morocco, they possibly won’t adhere to the typical maritime rules.”

“No, they won’t. I’ll check on the other warehouses in the city as well.”

“Do that. This includes those on the Morales property. Correct?”

“Her soldiers have finally accepted their place in the alliance.” He grinned. “Not happily.”

“They can go fuck themselves.”

While the majority of our product had been transferred to the cargo ship, that didn’t mean there wasn’t enough left they couldn’t make millions selling it on the street. That wasn’t my main concern. The infrastructure was.

Since the buildings were highly equipped with communications and security systems, processes to refine the raw cocaine and additional weapons, if they were hit, it would take some time to recover.

“If anything goes down, I want to know. Navarro. Keep watch on the surrounding area. When they hit, they’ll hit hard.” The ship was now out of cellphone range.

“Got it.”

I remained where I was and watched as she stood staring at what I considered to be my most prized mechanical possession.

As soon as I walked closer, she slowly tipped her head over her shoulder.

“It’s an MTI Pleasure 52.”

“Mmm… Am I supposed to know what that is?”

“Think of it as a souped-up Lamborghini.”

“Wow. How fast does it go? Let me guess. One hundred and twenty knots.”

Chuckling, I stood staring at her, enjoying the way the brighter moon highlighted her gorgeous coloring. “One hundred and fifty-six knots or one hundred and eighty miles per hour.”

Genevieve whistled. “Fast. And unusual. Did you tinker with the engine?”

“Perhaps.”

“You have many talents.”

“Yes, my wife. I do.”

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