Page 59 of Trapping His Angel

I nodded. “I understand.”

I wouldn’t share this knowledge with anyone. It could mean life or death, keeping this secret. Not just my own, but my future children. A wave of dizziness assaulted me and I sat down. Recent events had left me shaken to my core.

My family was relentless in their pursuit of me and I couldn’t understand why.

“I am going to capture that capo and serve you his head on a platter,” Benedikt vowed.

I didn’t want my ex-fiancé’s head on some plate though. I just wanted to feel safe, and live a relatively normal life. I wanted this war with the Cartel to be over. Too many were losing their lives for needless bloodshed.

Benedikt swept me into his arms, and carried me bridal style to our bed.

“Just rest while I deal with some business. When I come back, we can have dinner.” He kissed my forehead and moved my white hair out of my eyes like usual.

I said nothing, even though I wasn’t hungry since we just ate. How could I be when we were just attacked? I watched Benedikt as he walked out of the room. I felt like I’d lived a hundred years since the attack started.

I was just going to doze off for a little while, and then I would head to dinner with Benedikt. When I woke up, everything would be well. The cartel would leave us alone, and I could go back to living a free life.

Well, as free as Benedikt allowed me to be, that was.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

My fist crashed into the soon-to-be-dead cartel member sitting before me. With my good eye, I could see he wasn’t doing so hot. His blood was dripping onto the stone floor.

“I don’t have all fucking day,” I growled.

The Venezuelans had gotten too uppity. It was time for someone to take them down a peg. That someone was going to be me.

He spat blood at me. I stood by, unamused, as he cackled. “You can’t stop us. We are already here.”

He threw his head back and laughed. I held myself back from putting a bullet between his eyes.

I gripped his throat, dragging his face in front of me. “What does that mean?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, fool?” He spat on my eye patch.

I was at an end. We’d been interrogating the prisoners for hours. Far longer than I’d promised mymalen'kiy angelI would be. I glared at the man in front of me. His existence made me want to tear my remaining eye out.

Stubborn ass. He wasn’t afraid of death. It was why I hadn’t granted him one.

“Sir?” A soldier came into the room.

“What is it?” I didn’t move away from my prey.

“Leverage.”

That had me turning in place and focusing on the grunt in front of me. He walked to me hesitantly, a photo in his hand. I grabbed it from him, and saw the bloody man who sat in the chair behind me, healthy, his arm wrapped around a younger carbon copy of himself.

I spun back to my prey. “I wonder if you would tell me where your boss is, if my men had their way with your son.” I took the photo and caressed his face with it. Soft. Like a lover.

His eyes filled with tears, but I would not be swayed. My men weren’t gay, as far as I knew, but they would carry out my orders without complaint. I’m certain they would even enjoy themselves.

I told my prey that last part and he cracked.

“A-all I know is he’s hiding out in a safe house, somewhere near the Ukrainian border,” he spat.

So they were here. “Not good enough.” I grabbed the high-voltage stun gun that was mounted on the wall. There were many Tasers and stun guns, but this one was my favorite.

“Do you know why this weapon is one of my favorite devices?” I asked my prey.