BOOK TWO ~3~

LONDON, ENGLAND: DIMITRI’S POV

“Dimitri, meet Isabella Rodríguez, my girlfriend.” Laurent’s last sentence drew my attention.

Rodríguez? As in Charlie and Renée Rodríguez? It was at that moment that I begun to see the similarities between her and the pictures in my dad’s study. She looked like the female version of her father. She was beautiful.

I could clearly see what my brother saw in her, but frankly she deserved much better than him. Unfortunately, I couldn’t say she deserved someone like me because I was here to finish what my dad started years ago. He wanted Charlie dead.

The men Diego had sent before me had all been reported dead. The Rodríguez were doing a good job of protecting their legacy. My brother had been kept in the dark about the Rodríguez family. A precaution that my dad took to make sure he stayed alive while in enemy territory.

Charlie’s wife, Renée, had a habit of monitoring her targets before sending out her men to take them out. If Laurent didn’t pose any kind o