Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“And how is a gamer gonna help with either of those?” Shades’ question is sarcastic, but his concern is genuine.
Wild Man grins. “Rojas owns hundreds, possibly thousands of acres of land throughout the Colombian countryside. Rumor has it that some of the land belongs to the government, which is even more fucking perfect.”
His eyes widen again in excitement. “Arturo runs an efficient ship, growing and manufacturing and shipping his product on his own land, like the fucking Mickey Ds of the drug trade. Every step of the process, he has his hand in it, but so much of it is protected by the government.”
I nod, slowly starting to figure out exactly what Wild Man and Gia have come up with. “So, if one step in the process is fucked, all the steps after it are also fucked?”
Wild Man grins. “Exactly.”
Coop nods, his brows knit into a frown. “And the drone, where do they come into all this?”
“Think of the drone like the ones Uncle Sam uses to take out terrorists. ” He leans back, proud of himself as he speaks. “We fire it up and blow up the fields. Under the cover of darkness, the drone flies over and shoots out missiles. The missiles blow up and leave a deadly poison that attacks the plants. This is some high-tech USA military shit. Renders the land useless.”
“Useless, how?”
“The poison will make it impossible to grow anything. He’ll have to start from the beginning at a new field if he lives long enough to realize the damage we’ve done.”
Coop nods. “And what about all the product he likely has stacked in his warehouses?”
Wild Man lets out a loud snort. “I’m glad you asked,” he says, leaning back in his chair and weaving his fingers together behind his head. “This is where we need Valentina.”
He turns a wary gaze to Dix, who widens his eyes like he’s on the verge of freaking the fuck out.
“No fucking way.” Dix roars the words loud enough to stop all conversation. “It’s one thing for Valentina to know what’s going on, which she’s only vaguely aware of, but for her to be instrumental in taking down her own damn family? That’s asking too fucking much.”
Ace doesn’t look happy with Dix’s words, but the two men go way back, so I know he’ll try to find another way.
“Wild Man, are there any backup plans other than Valentina?”
He nods. “Gia is still trying to find a way to access the exact coordinates, but Valentina might be our most direct line to this intel.”
“Find another way,” Dix growls.
Wild Man nods, leaning in with a grave and serious expression. “And if there isn’t another way?”
Ace holds up a hand. “We’ll explore all possibilities,” he promises with a firm look on his face. “I have another idea, and I’ll work on it tonight. We’ll table this part of the discussion until tomorrow.”
Dix opens his mouth to protest again, but Ace stops him with one gesture.
“It might come down to her, Dix, so prepare yourself. In the meantime, we’ll explore all of our other options.” Ace looks around the room. “Other than that, does anyone have any other objections to this plan?”
I didn’t have any objections, just one glaring concern. “Is there any way for this to blow back on the MC?”
“No,” Wild Man sighs. “We pay KrypTonic in Bitcoin, and he sources everything he needs through third-party encryption to hide his identity, which has the effect of concealing ours. That said, there’s only a handful of Rojas’ enemies it could be. Us included. But Rojas won’t be thinking about us because we’re in his pocket right now.”
Wild Man’s words settle around the room like a ton of bricks. This plan has a high success rate. It is our best path forward to get rid of Rojas and Los Tres Colombianos once and for all, but if we somehow fail, it’ll be all out fucking war.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Aria
I wake up and look around the room and assess my life. Coco is snoozing next to me, and that makes me smile. This little guy has been with me through all of this, and all he does is love me. Unconditionally. I should get him some treats for being such a good boy.
“I’m so happy you’re here, Coco,” I say, and he wakes up and barks. “You know, this would be an even bigger shit show without you.”
Sitting in the middle of the soft mattress and stroking Coco while I space out, I have the comfort of knowing Frannie and Beatrice, along with the other workers, are safe. But still, I can’t stop my mind from racing one million miles a minute. “I’m so glad Lucky remembered to grab you. That was kind of sweet, wasn’t it?”
The truth is that there are so many things to like and appreciate about Lucky, and that’s in addition to the fact that he saved my life at least twice. And the sex is off-the-charts amazing.