Page 64 of Devil's Bride

I skidded to a stop, barely putting the gear into park before I jumped out. So did all the other men.

The car was already smoking, someone inside the passenger seat attempting to climb out. Kruz got to him first, managing to throw open the door while I went for the driver.

As soon as I opened the door, I hissed. A tree limb had impaled him. He stared up at me with lifeless eyes.

Fuck.

The stench of gasoline caught my senses. With any luck, the car would blow.

Kruz yanked the other man free, tossing him onto the ground.

I planted my foot on his neck, staring down at him. “Who the fuck are you?”

He fought with me, grabbing my leg and trying to throw me off. I kicked him instead, lunging down and slamming his head on the pavement. “I asked you a goddamn question.”

In his dazed state, he mumbled some shit in Turkish. At least I knew what I was dealing with.

“He’s not going to share anything with us,” Navarro huffed.

A bright orange flame caught my attention. “He doesn’t need to.” I pulled out my weapon, shooting him in the head.

“What now?” Kruz asked.

“Toss him inside. Let the fire take care of it.” I backed away, thoroughly disgusted. Whether this was a retaliation move or not didn’t matter. The capture and kill had allowed me to know my gut had been right.

As my two men dragged the asshole back to the vehicle, I pulled out my phone, surprised to see Genevieve had left a message at this time. I turned away from the carnage and played the message.

“Jago. I need your help. The house has been compromised. I’m in danger.”

There was tremendous terror in her voice and when I heard the explosion of gunfire, my anger turned to rage. But she managed to rattle off her address as if I didn’t know where she lived.

Fuck. Fuck.

I turned and rushed toward my vehicle.

“What is it?” Kruz asked as he jogged toward me.

“The Morales estate has been attacked. That can’t happen. She’s going to be my wife.”

Once in my life, I’d felt the need to protect someone that didn’t include my family. One time. In doing so, I’d almost lost my life while being unable to save another. The brutal action had taught me a valuable lesson.

Evidently, I hadn’t learned very well. I was flying through the streets of Barcelona, completely lost in a vicious haze.

“We’ll get there,” Kruz threw out. “If this damn storm doesn’t kill us.”

Wind knocked the vehicle from side to side, but nothing was going to stop me from getting to her.

“Yeah, we will and I’m going to kill every last motherfucker.”

“You don’t know who it is.”

“Not yet. But I will.” I’d tried to call her back and it had gone straight to voicemail.

We were close, but given the time of her call, too much time had gone by.

As soon as I made a turn, I slammed my hand onto the steering wheel. The traffic was completely backed up. I was forced to slow to a crawl.

This just wouldn’t do.

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