Heartless Lover (Dark Syndicate 5)

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Eric

Darkness is always filled with devils.

Devils like me and mine who hunt, and devils like these five men from the cartel kneeling before me with their hands placed behind their heads.

We fucking got them. These are the main guys we need to speak to. The rest were killed when the blood bath began.

They’re lined up in front of their truck which was filled with fifty young girls who were naked and bound with chains. All were being prepped to be shipped to fuck knows where and sold to fuck knows who. Behind them is the cargo ship the girls were going to be smuggled onto. The captain of the ship is dead as are the other men who tried to take us down when we first arrived.

After we dealt with the girls and arranged for someone to get them back to their homes, I lined up the remaining motherfuckers to question them.

Next to me is Alejandro and a mixture of my men, including Borya and Oleg, and some others from the Brotherhood.

Alejandro looks at the man we identified as the leader of tonight’s criminal activities. His name is Bernardo Diaz and he’s currently on the world’s most wanted list. The motherfucker has a knife scar running right across his face and he looks like he’s ready for battle even though Alejandro has a gun pointed at his head.

“Time to talk, Bernardo,” Alejandro taunts. “Where is Micah Santa Maria?”

There’s no answer from Bernardo and he doesn’t look like he plans to say shit.

Alejandro glances at me when he sees that and when I glare at Bernardo, he starts cursing me in Spanish. He calls me the dirty bastard Russian boy who killed his cousin. Earlier he’d heard me speaking in Russian to Borya. Then he curses us all to hell in the name of Jesucristo and Santa Maria—not Micah. He’s referring to the blessed Virgin Mary.

He made two mistakes there when he opened his mouth. The first was of course he didn’t know I’m fluent both in Spanish and Portuguese, so I understood him perfectly. His next mistake was saying all the wrong things.

I stop him from continuing his mistakes as he rants on when I pull my gun and shoot the two men next to him. They were his sidekicks, but he’s the guy we need to speak to. His face hardens with fear and rage as he looks at the demise of the man next to him whose name is Hector Diaz, another cousin of Bernardo’s.

When we first opened up the truck, Hector was raping one of the girls while the other dead guy next to him—whose name I don’t need to remember—held her down. They’re both dead now and the sight shuts up our new friend.

I get up in his face and strike him with the back of my gun so hard he falls over. Then I tell him in Spanish I’ll cut his face off and feed it to him if he doesn’t tell us what we need to know.

By the time I finish talking, he looks as scared of me as he should be.

Alejandro laughs and I allow him to take the reins again.

“Right, let’s do this again, Bernardo. Where is Micah Santa Maria?” Alejandro demands.

“I don’t know. And if I did know, I no tell you. He will kill my family if I do.”

Alejandro bends down and taps Bernardo’s head with the edge of his gun. He then moves to the two men remaining at the end and stands in front of them. They were in the front of the truck getting ready to deposit the girls on to the ship.

“Are you going to tell me anything?” Alejandro asks the first man.

“They don’t know anything. They are drivers,” Bernardo shouts.

“You all know who I am, si?” Alejandro asks them all and they nod. “Then you know why I never deal in the flesh trade. That was how I lost my sister and every time I get a chance to avenge her, I do. Like now.”

As soon as the words leave his lips he fires two bullets into the heads of the drivers. It’s just Bernardo left now and he looks like he’s ready to shit himself.

“Ready to talk?” I ask.

“Fuck you, dog.”

“Looks like you’d rather we torture you by blowing off one limb at a time.”

“Fuck off.”

“Wrong answer,” I shout and shoot him in his knees.