Texas, in care of Frank Hamilton.
“I think we should have brought the gringo with us.” Angel Diaz said softly in Spanish. “If anything happens to the agent we have, we can always use another Falcon agent to take his place.”
Oscar looked at the man in the passenger side of the car. Angel was the smartest and most cunning of all his lieutenants. And they’d grown up together. His loyalty was complete and unquestioning.
Oscar believed Angel knew how he thought. He saw the big picture. And he was the only member of his cartel who knew what they planned to do. But even he did not know the complete plan. Oscar had no intention of telling him.
Eyes back on the road, Oscar nodded, and Angel pulled out his cell phone and made a call. The matter was taken care of immediately. Oscar was very happy with the way things had turned out. Now he would be free to do anything he wanted.
Falcon Securities and Frank Hamilton would be his first target. They would learn to fear and respect him. It wouldn’t take lon g for them to realize no one could stop Oscar Chavez. No one!
He was thro ugh fucking around.
Soon they reached their destination. The place could be seen from a mile away. Lights, bright as Mexico City, lit the surrounding area. No sneaking up on La Hacienda. No, no, he was a careful man. The thought of him finally getting revenge on the CIA agent, Kate Stone, lifted his spirits and brought a smile to his face. Everything was going as planned.
Kate’s nerves tightened and she tried to steel herself for the worst. Being beate n was pretty much a given. She’d wronged Oscar and he’d take a lot of pleasure knocking her around.
Also, he had to show his men what happened when someone screwed with him. Kate’s life stood on the very edge of destruction. In the end, she would die. That was a certainty.
She prayed for a quick death.
As they drove through the open gates, the words La Hacienda arched across the entrance in steel, Kate’s stomach lurched, and she shivered. At the compound, Kate was hauled out of the car by a heavy-handed man twice her size. Fist around her upper arm, he led her toward the door. They walked behind Oscar. If she’d a knife she would’ve stabbed Oscar between the shoulder blades.
The place was a fortress. High cinder block walls surrounded the area, and armed men walked like prison guards along a trail of wooden planks behind the stronghold.
The circular yard was a barren wasteland except for a well in the center and a small rose garden off to the side. In contrast, the house was a beautiful two-story stucco villa. Inside all the comforts awaited.
Entering the cool building she let out a sigh. She was probably going to be killed, but getting out of the hot, dry heat cooled her skin immediately .
Left alone to stand in the middle of the room, Kate waited. Oscar wore his usual white linen pants and long-sleeved shirt with the cuffs rolled to mid forearm. He slumped down in the large, overstuffed leather couch and crossed his legs. His long, hard stare burned into her skin.
“I’m glad to see you again, my dear.” Oscar said. He looked at her and then took a pack of Marlboro cigarettes off the ornate, square coffee table, removed one from the pack, and flicked his lighter. After a long drag, he put his arm on the back of the couch, blew out a trail of white smoke and stared.
V ery little had changed since she last graced this hellhole. The tile had been replaced by sandstone slabs, but still no curtains.
A few walls had been painted a light earthen tone as opposed to white. Other than that, everything within her vision was the same. Even Oscar seemed not to have aged.
Expensive Mexican artist s’ works hung on the walls. The living room’s L-shaped couch and an overstuffed leather chair faced a coffee table cluttered with flowers, a basket of woven balls, and two tall candles.
Behind the living room, a dining room with a massive table designed to seat twelve offered
“I think we should have brought the gringo with us.” Angel Diaz said softly in Spanish. “If anything happens to the agent we have, we can always use another Falcon agent to take his place.”
Oscar looked at the man in the passenger side of the car. Angel was the smartest and most cunning of all his lieutenants. And they’d grown up together. His loyalty was complete and unquestioning.
Oscar believed Angel knew how he thought. He saw the big picture. And he was the only member of his cartel who knew what they planned to do. But even he did not know the complete plan. Oscar had no intention of telling him.
Eyes back on the road, Oscar nodded, and Angel pulled out his cell phone and made a call. The matter was taken care of immediately. Oscar was very happy with the way things had turned out. Now he would be free to do anything he wanted.
Falcon Securities and Frank Hamilton would be his first target. They would learn to fear and respect him. It wouldn’t take lon g for them to realize no one could stop Oscar Chavez. No one!
He was thro ugh fucking around.
Soon they reached their destination. The place could be seen from a mile away. Lights, bright as Mexico City, lit the surrounding area. No sneaking up on La Hacienda. No, no, he was a careful man. The thought of him finally getting revenge on the CIA agent, Kate Stone, lifted his spirits and brought a smile to his face. Everything was going as planned.
Kate’s nerves tightened and she tried to steel herself for the worst. Being beate n was pretty much a given. She’d wronged Oscar and he’d take a lot of pleasure knocking her around.
Also, he had to show his men what happened when someone screwed with him. Kate’s life stood on the very edge of destruction. In the end, she would die. That was a certainty.
She prayed for a quick death.
As they drove through the open gates, the words La Hacienda arched across the entrance in steel, Kate’s stomach lurched, and she shivered. At the compound, Kate was hauled out of the car by a heavy-handed man twice her size. Fist around her upper arm, he led her toward the door. They walked behind Oscar. If she’d a knife she would’ve stabbed Oscar between the shoulder blades.
The place was a fortress. High cinder block walls surrounded the area, and armed men walked like prison guards along a trail of wooden planks behind the stronghold.
The circular yard was a barren wasteland except for a well in the center and a small rose garden off to the side. In contrast, the house was a beautiful two-story stucco villa. Inside all the comforts awaited.
Entering the cool building she let out a sigh. She was probably going to be killed, but getting out of the hot, dry heat cooled her skin immediately .
Left alone to stand in the middle of the room, Kate waited. Oscar wore his usual white linen pants and long-sleeved shirt with the cuffs rolled to mid forearm. He slumped down in the large, overstuffed leather couch and crossed his legs. His long, hard stare burned into her skin.
“I’m glad to see you again, my dear.” Oscar said. He looked at her and then took a pack of Marlboro cigarettes off the ornate, square coffee table, removed one from the pack, and flicked his lighter. After a long drag, he put his arm on the back of the couch, blew out a trail of white smoke and stared.
V ery little had changed since she last graced this hellhole. The tile had been replaced by sandstone slabs, but still no curtains.
A few walls had been painted a light earthen tone as opposed to white. Other than that, everything within her vision was the same. Even Oscar seemed not to have aged.
Expensive Mexican artist s’ works hung on the walls. The living room’s L-shaped couch and an overstuffed leather chair faced a coffee table cluttered with flowers, a basket of woven balls, and two tall candles.
Behind the living room, a dining room with a massive table designed to seat twelve offered
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