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ounce of control to keep his arms at his sides and not wrapped his hands around Santos’s neck. The small L shaped tattoos trailing from the corners of the man's eyes clearly labeled him as a Lobello. The gang of Mexican cartel wannabes and un-documented murderers used a small L, instead of a teardrop, to mark all of their rapes and kills. And Santos had enough to prove that he wasn't all talk.
    "Nice tattoos." Ranger said,
    "Si señor, and if my friend here is not careful, I'm going to add two more."
    Pedro visibly fought to stay brave although his fear was palpable. And as much as Ranger wanted to kill Santos, he couldn't sacrifice his mission. The Lobellos were his mission. He had been heading to their territory a mere two hours ago.
    But if the asshole didn’t stop looking at Amy like she was naked, Ranger would forget the mission. He’d forget the law. He’d forget everything honorable in his body and murder the Mexican. Fuck the mission.
    "I'll be in touch, Pedro. Give you a day to think about it." Santos said.
    “No. No thinking. Get the hell out.” Ranger crowded Santos’s space, forced the smaller man back a step. He could give a dick if the fucker was packing. He’d killed under worse circumstances.
    Santos raised his dirty hands and backed up. He turned and walked out. But Ranger had the feeling the man wouldn’t heed his warning. And he’d have to be dealt with.
    But not until Ranger took care of Amy. She clutched Arturo like a mamma bear protecting her cub, not one hint of fear on her beautiful face. Only fury. Ranger’s chest swelled with pride. His woman was fierce.
    “Miss Amy, I sorry. I told him not to come here." Pedro pulled off his ball cap and knocked it on his leg, sending a cloud of dust puffing into the air.
    "It's not your fault." Amy said.
    "Damned if it's not his fault. What the hell are you doing getting involved with the Lobellos?” Ranger couldn’t suppress his anger. Not after Santos threatened Amy. And no matter how grateful Pedro was for taking his family in off the street, he was mixed up with the worst gang within three states. Which meant danger to anyone Pedro knew.
    "Don't talk to him like that." Amy snapped. Ranger ignored her, keeping his gaze focused on Pedro.
    "The Lobellos got us to the US. I gave him everything, all my money. They said that all they need. Me and Arturo, we come here, look for work. I thought we were finally free. Then Santos showed up. Said I owe him.” Pedro fidgeted, looked down. His stance deflated.
    "They can't do that." Amy said. “We will call the police.”
    “No. The police no help illegals. He would send us back. Arturo will be U.S. Citizen.” Pedro shook his head, pushed his shoulders back. "No. We will leave. Tonight. That way Santos have no reason to come back."
    "No Papa. I don't want to go.” Arturo cried out, squeezing his little arms around Amy’s neck in a death grip.
    Amy petted the boy’s hair, soothed him. “No, you’re not leaving. I won’t let you.”
    “Leaving isn’t going to solve the problem. Not now." Ranger said. Not after seeing the look of lust in Santos gaze when he looked at Amy. The man would be back, whether Pedro left or not.
    The woman was crazy. And he wanted her so bad he’d give up breathing for a kiss. He would stay here. He would protect her. He just had to figure out a way not to totally screw his mission.
    Amy finally set Arturo on the ground, the five-year-old took off running to his father, but stopped halfway. Staring up at Ranger. “Why you naked, signor?”

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    Chapter 5
    “ A rturo . It’s bedtime. No more talking tonight.” Pedro tipped his hat down, a perfect shield. If the man shrank any further he’d go to migit-mode. “Miss Amy, I sorry. I not intend to bring trouble.”
    “But papa, the sun is still up.”
    “Hush,” Pedro eased his harsh tone by soothing a hand over Artie’s curly black hair. He faced Amy, the look in his eyes way too intense for Ranger. Too intense and too