Chapter 12 Àlvaro's Pov
I thought I had been extra careful but apparently someone had tipped the Russian scums that we were onto their drug cartel shipment. This operation was supposed to be top secret.
Now some of my men were captured as I rushed over to the warehouse.
The realization slowly dawned on me.. there's a mole in my empire…
26.5 tons of cocaine with an overall value of approximately two billion dollars.
All gone.
“What the fuck did he say?” Santiago demands as we raced towards the location that Sergei, my sworn enemy and leader of the Russian mafia, disclosed.
It might be a trap but there was no way I was going to leave my men out to die. Sergei knew that.
I shook my head as I gripped the steering wheel tighter. “The operation has been ransacked. He's holding my men hostage until we get there.”
“Shit.” Santiago's voice echoed through the car. “This is fucking bad.”
Yeah, tell me about it.
“Sergei isn't the sort of person who would leave this situation without a little blood shed.” I gritted out as I turned a sharp left.
“Well, we've been a little distracted. That's why we were so fucking reckless!” Santiago spat.
“What's that supposed to mean?” He might be my second in command but sometimes I wonder if he forgets I'm still his boss.
“Cami.” He growled. “She's been distracting you. Hell, she's been distracting us. If she wasn't here, this shit wouldn't have happened.”
I hated that he was right.
I suppressed a deep grumble. I didn't have the mental capacity to have this conversation. We have bigger things to worry about right now.
We pulled up outside the derelict warehouse. Santiago lined the belt of his trousers with handguns and I did the same, hiding them behind my blazer. We gave each other one last glance before we stepped out to walk towards the warehouse.
Immediately we headed inside, my eyes found three of my men on their knees with guns to their head. Fury almost blinds me but I gritted my teeth, staring up at Sergei who had his hands tucked behind him neatly, his back straight and his chin high.
“Álvaro.” He flashes me a bright fake smile. “Santiago, so pleased for you guys to finally make it.” His Russian accent was so strong.
“Release them.” I point at my men. “This is between both of us.”
Sergei tilts his head slightly as he works his way towards me. I noticed Santiago's fingers twitch. He's ready to reach for his gun at any given moment but we both knew that we were severely outnumbered.
“But what's the fun in that?”
I grit my teeth in anger. “This is just payback for the spy you brought to infiltrate my gang.” I said, recalling the shooting incident that brought Cami to me in the first place.
His dark cold laugh echoed across the room only for his men to laugh in response. My eye twitches but I don't let him see how much he's currently irking me.
I needed to play this smartly.
“You seem to forget that I hold all the cards right now, Álvaro.” He stepped forward and I stepped closer. He reached for his gun and I did the same, Santiago releasing his gun at the same time as me. We point our guns at each other.
Sergei's dark eyes zeroed in on mine. I lowered my breathing. Having a gun pointed at my chest doesn't scare me one bit. It's part of the lifestyle. I've been at it since I was twelve. Though my heart pounded against my ribcage at the adrenaline coursing through my body.
“Shoot me and you'll start a war that we both know you can't get out of alive.” My voice is so dark that I almost don't recognize it.
“Álvaro, Álvaro, Álvaro.” He shook his head with a bitter smile. “You have no idea what I'm capable of.”
I bit down on my lips. “No. You have no idea what I'm capable of.”
He stared me down the barrel of his gun. “You're right.” He sighed sarcastically. “Not when your empire is becoming fucking lousy, breeding snakes that betray their own kind?” He's laughing again. “I'm embarrassed for you, Álvaro.”
What the fuck was he talking about?!
“If we're done here,” Santiago barks before I got the chance to say anything. “Then there's nothing more to say. Got it, Sergei?”
Sergei tilts his head towards Santiago and lowers his gun. He grins like a mad man but I ignored the feral look in his eyes. “You're in my warehouse. Only I get to say when we're done here.”
He glanced from Santiago to me and beckoned his men to lower their guns and head out. We watch them carefully as they all leave, in case any of them wants to play out any funny moves.
I sent my men home but organized a meeting in the morning so we can discuss whatever the fuck happened here. But right now, I needed to go home, drink a full bottle of whiskey and pretend this whole night never happened.
We climbed back into the car, heading home.
“Álvaro.” Santiago's voice floats through the car. “Álvaro.”
“What?!”
“You're about to turn the fucking car over, chill out.”
I scoffed at his words. “Chill out? Don't you fucking dare tell me to chill out! We have a fucking mole in my empire. Someone who is prepared to fuck us over. They've done it once and I'm pretty sure they'll do it again if we don't knuckle down and find who it is. Fuck this shit!”
Santiago clears his throat and rolls up his sleeve, flashing his tattooed arms. “Then we'll crack down on this shit tomorrow at the meeting.”
I pulled up at the house and made my way through the gates, parking the car in the garage. We got out of the car and Santiago sauntered off to the back while I made my way inside the house. I desperately needed something to wash down this rage.
I grabbed a bottle of whiskey as I walked over to my office. I was becoming increasingly frustrated and I really needed a release that whiskey couldn't give to me. I dug my hands into my pocket to get my phone as I flew through my contacts. I dialed a number and put the phone to my ear.
“Get Janelle in here now.” I spoke into the phone and immediately hung up.
Janelle was always my go to whenever I needed my dick wet. She was always eager.
But there was a certain virgin upstairs I'd rather….. fuck it!
It didn't take long for Janelle to appear in the doorway. “Hey handsome.” She grins from the doorway before pushing it behind her.
I looked up at her to see her lips covered in deep cherry red lip gloss and dark eyes covered in thick lust.
I got up from my chair, my arms looped around her waist as I tugged her towards me harshly. She yelps but covers it with a smile. “Wow.” She purrs, pressing a hand to my chest. “You're desperate, huh?”
“Shut the fuck up.” I growled.
She stiffened at my tone but smiled again. “Come on.” She said, tugging at my arm. “Let's use your bed.”
“No.” I heaved out. “I want it right here and now.”
She pouts at me, her lips are big and perfect for visuals only. It's clear that Janelle likes being enhanced, with her tips and her lips and even her fake tan.
She was nothing like the spitfire beauty upst—
Why the fuck am I thinking about her at this moment?
Anger boiled inside me as I grabbed a fistful of Janelle's hair, bending her over my desk roughly. She exhales a soft grunt as I hoisted up her dress.
I reached for a condom in my drawer and ripped it open before pulling down my trousers and lining the condom against my cock. Before Janelle could prepare herself, I plunged into her, gripping her shoulders as I buried myself deep inside her.
She cries out instantly, the desk rattling at the sound of her moans, working in perfect rhythm.
My teeth grit down painfully as I release all my rage on her body, digging my fingers into her hips all while knowing fully well that I'd leave bruises. The pleasure began to build up inside and I moved faster.
My eyes glanced up and I stared at the light from the hall. Janelle never closed the door properly and now I can see the soft light leaking in. Not that I care though.
But between the gap of the door, I spot a figure. My men knew to give me absolute privacy when I'm inside with Janelle or any other of the many sluts that worked in my club.
So it was easy to guess who was at the door.