Demon Seed by Jianne Carlo Read Free Book Online

squad had gathered, aside from being in the same industry—drug running—Jose Genro and Pedro Nunez had never met. So how did Jose hook up with Rosa? When? Where?
    Nothing made sense.
    “There is more. Everyone is speaking of la Semilla del Demonio . That he travels the Orinoco, and that he will meet o Assassino Sorridente before the river enters Brazil.”
    Demon and the team had used every contact they had in the Amazon basin to deliberately sow rumor and innuendo about la Semilla del Demonio, the Demon Seed, Nunez’s new right-hand man.
    That the name had come about from his best friend Devil’s wife tickled Demon’s funny bone. A cover that mixed truth and fiction always worked best, and being as he hadn’t answered to any other name but Demon in years, the Demon Seed worked fine for him.
    As for Nunez, his moniker, o Assassino Sorridente, the Smiling Killer, had been earned one death at a time over the last couple of decades. According to Hades Squad intel, o Assassino Sorridente had racked up over thirteen hundred kills. That a record number of those had been mass murders didn’t count.
    “Let me guess. Genro’s offering a reward for the Demon Seed’s head, attached or not.” Demon dragged his hands through his hair.
    “ Sí .” Fredo refilled his shot glass. “ Pero , you are mucho lucky that no one expects la Semilla del Demonio to travel with a woman.”
    The head shot the squad had circulated with the Demon Seed’s rep showed a buzz-cut Demon wearing the dark brown contacts he had given to Jacinta. At some point, though, some smart-ass would see the resemblance, and he wouldn’t be able to travel incognito. Demon had no intention of waiting for that to happen.
    “The pistoleiros , the porknockers , and even the river gincanas hunt you, amigo. And I would not trust la policia either.”
    Fucking great. Bounty hunters, gold diggers, river scum, the police, and Genro’s henchmen on his tail. And now on Jacinta’s. Both of them had to disappear. Demon had already decided to ditch Hugo after Brio joined up with them. But that strategy had to change pronto. A couple of days’ head start would give them a definite advantage.
    “Fredo, I need a big one from you. Money’s no object. Within reason.” Demon pulled up a chair. “Here’s the plan.”
    A number of ex-SEALs, Green Berets, Rangers, and Special Ops soldiers lived in the Amazonian region bordering Colombia, Venezuela, Guyana, and Brazil. Some were good guys. Some were not.
    Satan, Demon’s boss, had a buddy who’d vouched for Fredo’s trustworthiness. It went against Demon’s guts to trust anyone with his identity, but after realizing who Jacinta was, he’d had to get a message to the squad.
    On his way back to the restaurant’s dining area, Demon ran through his plan again, looking for holes. He hesitated in the shadows of the doorway.
    While Spanglish was the norm in border states in the US, the population of the mighty Orinoco mixed three and four languages interchangeably: Portuguese, Spanish, English, and Xirianá—the language spoken by the native Yanomami tribes of the Orinoco basin.
    Though he’d taken a crash course in Xirianá, Demon couldn’t quite get the gist of the women’s conversation. Something to do with confession and sinning. Figured. Jacinta would be feeling like a sinner after he’d finger fucked her. Hell, he felt like a sinner.
    Right then Jacinta glanced in his direction, and the smile that lit up her face compounded the unfamiliar emotion wreaking havoc with his mind. Guilt. Fucking useless emotion.
    “Thank you for keeping Jacinta company, Lucia. Fredo’s ready for you.” Demon pasted a pleasant expression on his face.
    “Pardon, Señor Demon. I will bring the rest of the food out right away.”
    Lucia heaved out of the chair and flashed him a wide grin. Even in the dim lighting provided by the naked lightbulbs attached to the wall, her right gold canine glistened, bringing a whole new meaning to the