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my grandparents happened to be Mexican. In fact, I’m more of a Mexican than you—you big phony. Parading around like you are a man of color when in fact your father was from Spain and your mother was a white bitch from Belgium. Yeah, I might not go around proclaiming my Mexican roots but at least they’re mine . I’m not running around, perpetrating to be something I’m not.”
    Fernando shrugged his shoulders apathetically. “Say what you will. I was born and raised in Mexico despite not being Mexican as you say. It is my country and the Mestizos are my people. What is ethnicity except random strains of DNA? It is what you feel in your bones and regardless whether my mother’s Belgian and my father is from the country of Spain, I identify as a Mexican. Aztecas Infierno is real. Our goal to become one of the most powerful cartels in Mexico is very much a reality. What are you going to do about it? What do you want , Naomi?”
    “You know what the Feds want, Nando . They want Aztecas Infierno shut down; they want Carlito behind bars along with your brother, Emilio. Other than that, it’s all of the information I can offer you at the moment,” I responded in a cold and calculating voice.
    He laughed out loud. Mocking, biting, and jarring to my ears.
    “And this . . . is your ‘get out of jail free’ card? You take us down and DEA lets you go? You get to ride off into the sunset with that piece of trash and what do I receive in return? A failed empire and family members who will never see the light of day? They’ve got some nerve sending you to do a man’s job.”
    “ Excuse me?”
    “You’re weak, Naomi. The DEA was stupid for taking you on in the first place. You haven’t got a clue what you’re doing, sweetheart, and we both know it.”
    I stood at that point and glared down at Fernando, my hands planted firmly on his ornate, antique desk. “You don’t have a fuckin’ clue what you’re talking about.”
    He shrugged again apathetically. “Maybe I do . . . maybe I don’t but I know what I see. This assignment is too big for someone like you. I know you have superiors. Probably that Eve Kerrigan bitch put you up to this because she needs a few more pieces in her goddamn puzzle. You’re expendable, mi amado .   If you die during this mission, you mean nada .   No one will mourn for you except your precious Ronan . . . and me.”
    “You’re lying,” I replied without an ounce of conviction.
    “Am I?” Those amber-green eyes burned into mine with such fierce and determined intensity, I forced myself to look away. “I would mourn for you because I still love you. I still want and desire you—it’s the only reason you’re alive. If I felt nothing for you—I would have murdered you a long time ago.”
    “I don’t know what you want me to do.” My eyes wandered to his while he glared back at me with heartless, ice-cold eyes.
    He was no longer thinking about me like a former lover but as a mark he could acquire information from with little effort on his part.
    “What I want you to do is find out what Eve wants.” He dragged lazily from his cigarillo. “If all she desires is my nephew then I’ll give him up—no problem. The cartel doesn’t just stop because one of our own is behind bars. Hell, Emilio is running the whole thing from ADX Florence and he’s in a secure unit. We can pay crooked guards, exchange messages—hell, they let the bastard have a computer for Christ’s sake. I sent him a MacBook Air of course. That way it’s easier for me to post shit in our Cloud account for his eyes only. The guards are so stupid, they don’t even know what’s goin’ on.”
    “And if I don’t,” I retorted boldly.
    “ Los resultados no se ven muy bien , cariño .” Fernando raised concerned eyebrows before his cold, dead eyes looked into the distance. “I would have to retaliate but not in the way that would affect the Feds. However, I could punish you and . . . neither of us want