SENATOR AARON JAMES stared down at the gun in his hands. Things weren’t supposed to end this way. Not for him. He’d had such big plans.
Easy money. The perfect life. So much power.
And everything was falling apart, slipping away.
The phone on his desk rang. His private line. Jaw clenching, he reached for the receiver. “J-James.” He hated the tremble in his voice. He wasn’t supposed to be afraid. Everyone else was supposed to fear him.
Once, they had.
Until he’d met Diego Guerrero. Then he’d learned a whole new meaning of fear.
“She’s dead.” The voice was low, taunting. No accent. Just cold. Deadly.
Diego.
Aaron’s hand clenched around the receiver. “Juliana wasn’t part of this.”
“You made her part of it.”
His gaze dropped to the gun. “She’s not dead.” He’d gotten the intel, knew that Juliana had been rescued. The price for that rescue had been so high.
His life.
“You think this will stop me?” Laughter. “I’ll hunt her down. I’ll get what I want.”
Diego and his men never stopped. Never. They’d once burned a whole village to the ground in order to send a message to rivals. And I thought I could control him? Perspiration slicked Aaron’s palms. “I made the deals for you. The weapons were transferred. We’re clear.”
More laughter. “No, we’re not. But we will be, once I get back the evidence you’ve been stashing.”
Aaron’s heart stopped.
“Did you think I didn’t know about that? How else would you have gotten the agents to come for her? You made a trade, didn’t you, James?”
“She’s my daughter.” He hadn’t been able to let her just die. Once, she’d run to him, smiling, with her arms open. I love you, Daddy. So long ago. He’d wrecked their life together. Thrown it all away but...
I wasn’t letting her die.
“I want the evidence.”
He’d tried to be so careful. He’d written down the names, the dates of all the deals. He’d gotten recordings and created a safety net for himself.
But now he was realizing that he’d never be safe. Not from Guerrero.
“I’ll get the evidence.” A deadly promise from his caller. “I’ll get you, and I’ll kill her.”
The phone line went dead.
Aaron swallowed once, twice, trying to relieve the dryness in his throat. Things had been going fine with Guerrero until...I got greedy.
So he’d taken a little extra money, just twenty million dollars. It had seemed so easy. Sneak a little money away from each deal. Aaron had considered the cash to be a...finder’s fee, of sorts.
He’d found the ones who wanted the weapons. He’d set up the deals.
Didn’t he deserve a bit of a bonus payment for his work? He’d thought so. But then Guerrero had found out. Guerrero had wanted the money back. When Guerrero started making his demands, Aaron had threatened to use the evidence he had against the arms dealer...
My mistake. Aaron now realized what a fool he’d been. You couldn’t bluff against the man called El Diablo. The devil would never back down.
Instead of backing down, Guerrero had taken Juliana.