Confessed (Vargas Cartel #3) by Lisa Cardiff Read Free Book Online

I shook my head. “There’s really not. I’m not going to leave Hattie there for a second longer than I have to.” Also, I didn’t fully trust Emanuel, so I’d misled him about my intentions for as long as possible.
    Ignacio’s lips twisted like he’d sucked on a lemon. “Then try to stop yourself from drowning in a bottle of tequila again today. I don’t need a dead son. I need a son to help me with business. You need to hold up your side of the bargain. Acting like goddamn pussy won’t help Hattie or me.”
    “Yeah, fuck you,” I mumbled as I brushed by him. I couldn’t argue with him. Not even a week after making this bargain with Ignacio and I was morphing into Rever—drinking too much, playing the victim card, and missing Hattie so much it felt like someone had taken a pickaxe and hollowed out my chest.
    I missed her scent, her taste, her everything. I ached to touch her. Hold her. Kiss her. I used to believe she was my salvation. My home. My heart belonged to her. I’d tried to change my life and become a better person for her, but fate won. She couldn’t be my anything. I was a danger to her life and the life of my unborn child.
    I wanted to bury my fist in the wall, but with my luck I’d break my hand, and then I wouldn’t be any help to Hattie. No, I needed to pull my head out of my ass. I didn’t have the luxury of taking my aggravation out on the wall or Ignacio. I needed to stay focused and ignore the bitter pang of regret bubbling like a noxious poison in my midsection. I wasn’t allowed to have feelings any longer. I couldn’t afford to have feelings. I was indebted to the Vargas Cartel for the rest of my miserable life. Soon enough, I’d turn into a soulless, drug running murderer. I might as well get used to the twisted emptiness now.
    “Are the Americans in your office?” I asked, clenching my fists.
    “Yes.”
    My shoes clipped across the tiled floor. “Are you joining us?”
    “Not today.”
    I whirled around. “Why not?”
    “Let’s just say, I’m not feeling up to it.”
    I scanned his body. He still looked weak. His skin was pale and dark smudges circled his eyes. He’d left the hospital last night, but only because he refused to stay in there another day.
    “Okay. Do you need anything?”
    “No, just rest.”
    I nodded, then crossed the living room and opened the door to the study. Three men sat in the study across from Emanuel. Two had closely shaved heads and nearly identical white t-shirts and jeans. The man on the right, dressed entirely in black with longish hair, looked familiar, but I couldn’t place him.
    “Emanuel,” I said as I slid into the only remaining chair.
    “Ryker, I’ve already given them a brief summary of the mission.” Emanuel replied. He poured coffee from a metal carafe into a clear glass mug. “Do you take your coffee black?”
    “Sure. Thanks.” I took a sip of the lukewarm coffee and then placed the mug on a carved wood side table. “Are you going to introduce us?” I asked, tipping my head in the direction of the three men on the leather sofa.
    “You’re right.” Emanuel leaned forward in Ignacio’s chair, bracing his elbows on the desk. “Where are my manners?”
    I refrained from rolling my eyes. All five men sitting in that study, including me, didn’t give a rat’s ass about manners. I wanted to free Hattie. Emanuel wanted to please Ignacio, and the three men on the sofa wanted a shitload of untraceable money.
    Unwilling to listen to Emanuel blow smoke up my ass all day, I stood up, intending to take control of the meeting. “I’m Ryker Vargas. I know Emanuel already knows your history, but go ahead and give me a short summary of your background before I share the details of this particular job.”
    “Noah Fiennes,” the man on the right said. “Former US Marine. I spent the last three years in the Middle East doing freelance work. I’ve been in Mexico for four months.”
    “Why did you relocate?” Making