Chapter 18: Carlos del Valle

Black eyes followed him mercilessly, showing no mercy, leaving not the slightest doubt as to the intention driving their owner. Glowing embers burned into his soul, marking him, marking his body as they held him, paralyzing his movements, suffocating his lungs, and stopping his heartbeat. Magnus Jordan knew it was inevitable, that he couldn't prevent it. Sooner or later he would belong to Carlos del Valle if he were that criminal's property, more than he already was. His eyes fell on the tattoo that disfigured his upper arm, the brand of the secret cartel that was proving to him day after day, hour after hour, that there was no escape for him. What difference should it make anyway? He had already given up everything, done everything imaginable, everything that was asked of him. And he would keep doing it, would follow orders without asking, carry out orders, no matter what the cost.

That wasn't the worst, his past as an undercover agent, nobody knows, even Michael, Roger, contained fa