“Grayson…”
His name is the only thing I can say right now. We’re doomed. There’s no escape. Tears start biting at my eyes, and I grit my teeth to stop them from coming.
“Eliza...I...I’m sorry,” he tells me, pulling me into his embrace and hugging me tight.
“Look at the two lovebirds,” I hear a voice say from behind us. Slowly, Grayson and I break apart to watch as a man in a burgundy suit walks straight at us, a lit cigar in his hand. “Grayson Teague, you’re a man full of surprises. First, you reveal yourself as a traitorous dog...and then you turn into a maricón, huh?”
“Fuck you, Zario.”
Zario? The head of the Bonita Muerte Cartel?
I thought we were in deep shit, but only now do I realize the truth…
We’re way beyond fucked.
Thirty-One
Eliza
“You really shouldn’t have fucked with me,” Zario says, spitting in my direction.
The warehouse is like someone who read about cartels designed it for this scene. It’s fucking gruesome…I can’t imagine anything but murder and torture happening here.
The perfect place for Zario to take us and fucking kill us. He said something about being on his way to do something else.
Is it wrong that some small part of me is around to be irritated that there’s something more important out there for him to do than just killing us? Like I should be the starring role of my own fucking murder.
Anyhow, now’s not the time for whining.
“All you bitches get out of here,” Zario tells his four men. Rafe, Grayson, and I are slammed up against the wall, pushed down to our knees.
And, that’s it. Zario is going to kill us fucking execution style. Shoot us and just like that, we’re done for. Fuck our happily ever after.
But that’s when Zario pulls Grayson up, chaining him to the wall.
Zario pulls my hair, and make me stand up, shoving me against the wall next to him.
I need to do something. I have a plan. It helps that I’m not bound by honor to anyone.
“Wait,” I say quickly and he looks at me.
Grayson doesn’t look at me. I know what he’s thinking. He's
getting himself ready.
“The formula is yours,” I tell Zario. I don’t say this with any terror in my voice.
“Bullshit,” Zario says but Rafe sees what I’m about to do and jumps in.
“Test the batch, I have a bump in my pocket,” Rafe adds.
Why does he have that?
Now I see rage spread over Grayson’s face, and I know what I need to do.
“You’d sell out your lover?” Zario asks me, his eyes looking me up and down. I can see him stare at tits.
“I’ve never been in love till now,” I say truthfully. “But there’s something else I love more than Grayson.”