Dirty Angels 01 by Karina Halle Read Free Book Online Page B

enough to get involved with us to begin with. I’m not cruel.”
    “Well, you’re not shooting whores,” he said. “And I’m not worried. You know I rarely worry about you.”
    “How touching,” I said wryly.
    He walked around the desk and stood behind me, looking over my shoulder. I hated when he did that. “I’m interested in what you think,” he said.
    “About what?”
    “About her ,” he said while I slid a photograph out of the pile. “Mrs. Reyes.”
    It was black and white and printed on paper, making it less sharp than a photograph, but it did the job. It was a picture of a woman in a white strapless wedding dress, very fluffy and extravagant from the waist down. Her hands were clasped demurely at her front, her face caught in a nervous smile.
    She was extremely beautiful but that was to be expected. The country’s most flagrant excuse for a drug kingpin would never marry anyone less than stunning, and this woman, Luisa, fit the bill. But despite her body, with her round, perky tits and elegant neck, her long dark hair and classic face, there was another layer to her that immediately got me hard. It was this look in her eyes. They were so pure and soft, giving her radiance that seemed to leap off the page.
    I wanted nothing more than to have her on her knees, have her fix those round, angelic eyes on me and watch as I pinned her down and came right into them. I would take her purity and make her see the world for what it really was—a hot, sticky mess at the end of my dick.
    “I bet she’d be a tight little fuck,” Este leered over my shoulder.
    I shot him a disgusted look. “She’s not a whore, Este,” I chided him.
    “Not to you,” he said, as I looked at the next picture of her, now with Salvador at her side.
    “I mean it,” I said, my eyes drawn to her again and again. “No one is touching her. Not you, not Franco.”
    “I give you my promise,” Este said. “But Franco can barely control himself around the whores.”
    “No one is touching her,” I repeated. “She will be our hostage. She is collateral. No one is laying a hand on her.”
    “Except for you, I assume.”
    She almost seemed too good to even touch. I couldn’t wait to break her down. “She is very valuable,” I admitted.
    I flipped through a couple more photographs and grew harder at each one. I wished Este would just fucking leave so I could deal with it. I almost wished Laura was still alive so I could flip her over and come all over her back. I never fucked the women around here, but that didn’t mean I didn’t use them.
    “You know,” Este said, his lazy voice starting to grate on me. “If Martin had been there close enough to spy on them, close enough to photograph, why didn’t you just get him to put a bullet in Salvador’s head? Especially if Martin was going to die anyway.”
    I eyed him warily, disappointed that he could be so rash. “Because life is a game and we’re all just trading cards. We play the right hand to get ahead.” I studied the smiling, ignorant face of Sal as he stared at his bride. “Death stops the game. It’s too final, too inflexible. Death is viciously stubborn.”
    When Este didn’t say anything, I looked up to see a dull gleam in his eyes. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose, annoyed at his ineptitude. “What good would killing Salvador do? Right? David Guirez or whoever, anyone, someone, they would step in and take over faster than you can shit after your coffee, and nothing will have changed. Look at Travis Raines. The moment he died, I was able to slither on through to the top, to right here, right now.”
    “Only because you killed Travis,” he noted. “More or less.”
    “We killed Travis,” I corrected him. “Anyway, the point is that the dead make lousy deals. If we want the shipping lane, we have to force him to give it to us. Killing him does nothing. Taking his new bride, now that will do something.”
    “You sound so sure,” Este said, walking