That’s what he’d told Eduardo.
The drug lord had been livid when the woman had escaped. He’d raged around his compound, lashing out at anyone who even uttered a word.
Fuentes was behind him, the beauty of the ocean and Hawaii lost on him. He paced the hotel room like a caged animal waiting for his pound of flesh.
Jammer was finally where he wanted to be, but the woman had upset his very carefully placed apple cart. Now Eduardo wouldn’t rest until he had her back. No one, absolutely no one escaped from him, least of all aDEA agent. The fact that Rio Marshall was a woman made it all the more unacceptable to Eduardo.
Fucking bastard was jeopardizing a thirty-million-dollar deal because of his pride.
Idiot.
Eduardo had more things to worry about than one lone woman, yet that’s what the man was focusing on. To expand their drug-trafficking businesses, drug lords often made deals with other factions. Colombia was filled with paramilitary organizations fighting for their own ideals against the government. The organizations quickly realized that selling drugs was an excellent way to fund their wars, which made drug lords the partner of choice.
Eduardo agreed to find a gunrunner who could provide the troops of the Defensores de la Libertad the weapons they needed and in turn the Libertad would protect Fuentes’s interests—his laboratories, his members and associates and his trafficking routes. Namely the Gulf of Urabá, through which hundreds of millions of dollars’ worth of contraband—arms and drugs in particular—entered and left Colombia each year. Fuentes had found the Ghost, or his associate, anyway—Jammer.
The deal Jammer was putting together would take him where he wanted to go in Fuentes’s organization. A deal that included huge shipments of high-powered machine guns, fragmentation grenades and rocket-propelled grenade launchers, which would cement the relationship between Fuentes and the Libertad.
It had come as a shock to him that he’d recognizedthe woman the moment he saw her. Shane McMasters, a name out of his past, one that should stay buried in his memory, rose like a specter. He’d been a DEA agent who’d gotten way to close to Eduardo and had paid by losing his life.
Rio Marshall was his stepsister, and Jammer had every intention of getting her out of the mess she was in. He owed it to the man who had been Shane McMasters. He didn’t know what she was doing in the jungle, but she’d escaped Fuentes, made him look weak and ineffectual. When Jammer insinuated that Eduardo’s ranks had been breached, it made the drug lord even more paranoid than he was already.
“ Hijo de puta! ” Fuentes yelled into the cell. His rapid-fire Spanish wasn’t lost on Jammer. The woman had escaped somewhere in the Ko’olau Forest Preserve along with the FBI agent who was protecting her.
Jammer turned as a red-faced Fuentes threw the BlackBerry across the room, where it exploded against the wall and left a discernible dent.
The ruthless, untouchable drug lord had tantrums like a little girl.
His dark eyes studied Jammer and he sneered. “They lost the whore and her bodyguard. I’m going to rip their hearts out. Six men against one man and woman? These are the elite guards they send me?”
“Calm down, Eduardo. There’s no way for them to escape from Maui. We’ve got men stationed at all the airports and you’ve taken care of local law enforcement. There’s nowhere for them to go. Eventually, they’re going to emerge. When they do, we’ll havethem. If they do escape, you have your own personal rat who can provide you with every move they make. So, there’s no need to panic.”
A smile spread across Eduardo’s face. “Sí, I pay him well for information. He’s been very valuable.” He stepped up to the balcony, but never even glanced at the majestic ocean. “This woman is like a gato. She has nine lives.”
“Well, in this case, the cat got too curious. You know what they say
The drug lord had been livid when the woman had escaped. He’d raged around his compound, lashing out at anyone who even uttered a word.
Fuentes was behind him, the beauty of the ocean and Hawaii lost on him. He paced the hotel room like a caged animal waiting for his pound of flesh.
Jammer was finally where he wanted to be, but the woman had upset his very carefully placed apple cart. Now Eduardo wouldn’t rest until he had her back. No one, absolutely no one escaped from him, least of all aDEA agent. The fact that Rio Marshall was a woman made it all the more unacceptable to Eduardo.
Fucking bastard was jeopardizing a thirty-million-dollar deal because of his pride.
Idiot.
Eduardo had more things to worry about than one lone woman, yet that’s what the man was focusing on. To expand their drug-trafficking businesses, drug lords often made deals with other factions. Colombia was filled with paramilitary organizations fighting for their own ideals against the government. The organizations quickly realized that selling drugs was an excellent way to fund their wars, which made drug lords the partner of choice.
Eduardo agreed to find a gunrunner who could provide the troops of the Defensores de la Libertad the weapons they needed and in turn the Libertad would protect Fuentes’s interests—his laboratories, his members and associates and his trafficking routes. Namely the Gulf of Urabá, through which hundreds of millions of dollars’ worth of contraband—arms and drugs in particular—entered and left Colombia each year. Fuentes had found the Ghost, or his associate, anyway—Jammer.
The deal Jammer was putting together would take him where he wanted to go in Fuentes’s organization. A deal that included huge shipments of high-powered machine guns, fragmentation grenades and rocket-propelled grenade launchers, which would cement the relationship between Fuentes and the Libertad.
It had come as a shock to him that he’d recognizedthe woman the moment he saw her. Shane McMasters, a name out of his past, one that should stay buried in his memory, rose like a specter. He’d been a DEA agent who’d gotten way to close to Eduardo and had paid by losing his life.
Rio Marshall was his stepsister, and Jammer had every intention of getting her out of the mess she was in. He owed it to the man who had been Shane McMasters. He didn’t know what she was doing in the jungle, but she’d escaped Fuentes, made him look weak and ineffectual. When Jammer insinuated that Eduardo’s ranks had been breached, it made the drug lord even more paranoid than he was already.
“ Hijo de puta! ” Fuentes yelled into the cell. His rapid-fire Spanish wasn’t lost on Jammer. The woman had escaped somewhere in the Ko’olau Forest Preserve along with the FBI agent who was protecting her.
Jammer turned as a red-faced Fuentes threw the BlackBerry across the room, where it exploded against the wall and left a discernible dent.
The ruthless, untouchable drug lord had tantrums like a little girl.
His dark eyes studied Jammer and he sneered. “They lost the whore and her bodyguard. I’m going to rip their hearts out. Six men against one man and woman? These are the elite guards they send me?”
“Calm down, Eduardo. There’s no way for them to escape from Maui. We’ve got men stationed at all the airports and you’ve taken care of local law enforcement. There’s nowhere for them to go. Eventually, they’re going to emerge. When they do, we’ll havethem. If they do escape, you have your own personal rat who can provide you with every move they make. So, there’s no need to panic.”
A smile spread across Eduardo’s face. “Sí, I pay him well for information. He’s been very valuable.” He stepped up to the balcony, but never even glanced at the majestic ocean. “This woman is like a gato. She has nine lives.”
“Well, in this case, the cat got too curious. You know what they say
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