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She’d been lying to me the entire time we’d been together. Maybe I’d fallen for her and abandoned my earlier intentions, but she hadn’t. She’d taken the job. Gave them information about me. Constructed an entire assignment to take me out – when, where,how.

She walked out on us.

“Iusedyou to get to Ruiz.” I leaned down to whisper the rest of the lie, “The good pussy was just a bonus.”

She swallowed. “You’re lying.”

The hurt in my chest was so strong, I lost it for a moment – I wanted her to feel what I was feeling. Hurt the way I was hurting. “Who do you think threw you in the river in the first place?None of it was fucking real.”

This time, I didn’t react. This time, my face remained like stone as he waited for a sign of hurt. This time, I didn’t give it to him. This time, I watched uninterested, as he pulled away, walked off and locked the door behind him.

This time, I let him go. For good.

It was over.

They called me theAngel of Death. I didn’t beg; I annihilated.

I was better than this. I wassmarterthan this. I would’ve seen it coming from a mile away if I hadn’t fallen for him and given my trust away so easily.

He unlocked the door and I got out. I was about to shut the door when he spoke again,‘Que sueñes con los angelitos.’

Frowning,I scanned his face for a moment.‘You too,’I mumbled before shutting the door.

The stupid heart which had gotten me in this mess, was now frozen again; the way it should’ve always stayed.

I used you.

Used.

Dirty.

As darkness enveloped me, a terrifying realization screamed over the silence and cruel reality crushed me into pieces.

All the times that Zach comforted me… Protected me… Pretended to be there for me… All the times I thought I was happy…

None of it was real.

CHAPTER 38

18 years old

“THEY’RE TRYING TO STEAL DRUGS that belong to our supplier. They took control of the warehouse used for importing. Hidden, little island in Mexico,” Francesca explained over the phone, the reason they needed me this time.

To no one’s surprise – not even my own – I ended up working with the Italians. Whenever they needed an outsider to handle some of their dirty work and make somebody disappear, I was #1 on their list.

“Why didn’t the Connect handle it themselves?” I was already packing my bag. I’d just finished another job for Ruiz, taking out an oil-tycoon-turned-trafficker in Austin. I could be there in less than two hours.

“They’re not currently in the continent. Motherfuckers took advantage of the lack of soldiers… Can you get there and take them out? The Connect’s been notified but won’t get there for another several hours.”

I zipped my bag shut and threw it over my shoulder, careful to step over the corpse of the oil-tycoon I’d just shot in the temple in the hotel room. “Got it. Send me the coordinates.”

An hour later, the wind zoomed past me as I pushed the lever to accelerate. The speedboat occasionally flew over waves in the complete darkness. No lights were on as I was trying to avoid being noticed, and instead trusted the GPS blindly.

When I reached the isolated island, I hid the boat in a coral reef and silently found the warehouse, situated five kilometers away from shore. Hiding in the bushes, I peeked through the cracks of the rundown building. Soldiers with black masks and machine guns filled the rooms; one tying somebody to a chair, the others turning the warehouse upside down;searching. The narcotics must’ve been hidden.

My eyes zoomed in on the captive; a black bag over the head and cuts all over the visible areas of the body. He must’ve been with the Italians.

“And to think you’re going to lose all these drugs…” A soldier leaned down to the captive’s eye level. “Must hurt, huh?” He laughed before walking away to help the others find the imported white powder.

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