After leaving the hotel's private club, Leon felt as if a hand were squeezing his heart. He could barely breathe.Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Elena lying in a pool of blood, staring at him with that hollow, final look.The doctor had assured him the baby in Sofia's belly was fine.Even so, the tightness in Leon's chest left him struggling to breathe.Once Sofia fell asleep, he went to the smoking room at the end of the hall.His hand shook as he lit a cigar. The first drag made him cough violently.The truth was, his relationship with Sofia had begun with a terrible mistake.In his fourth year carving out territory in North America, he'd just swallowed up the biggest gang there and was stretched to the breaking point.Sofia, the daughter of the North District's top arms dealer, had been chasing him for four years.At a victory party, she'd slipped a hallucinogen into his drink and worn the black trench coat Elena loved.Drugged and hallucinating, he'd mistaken Sofia for Elena
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