Book 4: Home

Tony

When I finally park my car in my driveway, I turn it off and lean back, exhaling sharply and closing my eyes for a minute. This has been a fucking busy and long day. After I parted ways from Chloe this morning, I had my men spread the word to every syndicate in New York about the head of the Saints being a married man, hoping the news will trickle down the eastern seaboard, all the way to Miami. I want Mateo to fucking know Chloe is mine now.

I must confess it kind of makes my blood pump faster with adrenaline at the thought of seeing the cartel's reaction to this. 

It also makes my skin crawl when I think about how Miami was never an easy place to deal with, and I know what Mateo is capable of. But there isn't much he can do from so far away, and I'm not playing lightly either. Not when he's messing with Chloe.

If anything, I want to be the one to make him pay for all the atrocities he's made her suffer. The bruises I saw on her ar