CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

GINEVRA

I had never been this anxious all my life. I had never had to constantly looking over my shoulders in anticipation for the worst. I had never had to constantly question my capabilities.

Until recent times.

One week. It had been a week since my plans were put into action. It had been a week since all available products were successfully transported to a different location while I continuously visited the abandoned warehouse, conducting my regular business transactions as though nothing was amiss.

The whole point of this was to lure the Sanchez's and their cohorts in, use my own landscape to my advantage. The plan was simple, and what remained was the perfect execution.

My men were guarding the whole area, perfectly hidden away in the bushes, heavily equipped with guns, grenades, bullets—every firearm needed for maximum defense when an attack was launched.

Today, overlooking all my protests, Raul had adamantly followed me into the warehouse like the stubborn man he was.