Chapter 59

Damn, he’d enjoyed corrupting Brea. For a good girl, she fucked like she was bad to the core. But that big, pure heart of hers he’d always wanted was undeniably his.

He was the luckiest bastard on the planet.

Or he would be if he could make his Montilla problem go away—once and for all. From a foreign country, this asshole was ruling his life. No more. He had a baby coming, and if he didn’t kill this motherfucker before the day Brea and Cutter were scheduled to tie the knot, the life he wanted might be out of his reach forever.

He hopped into his Jeep and withdrew his phone from his pocket, then shot off a text to Logan. His boss probably wouldn’t be up, but what the hell.

Shit has changed, so I’m taking my fight to Montilla. Don’t know when I’ll be back. Fire me if you want.

The phone rang immediately. Not surprisingly, it was Logan.

One-Mile answered as he started his Jeep. “Yeah?”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“Good morning to