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It was as if he hadn’t just walked in on me exposed, trembling, Zander’s hand working between my thighs. “Boss,” the man said flatly. “The Blackheart cartel is planning to retaliate. They’re moving tonight.” Cartel. The word echoed in my head like a scream. My stomach dropped. Cartel? My mind raced, piecing everything together. This man who had killed someone that night, the violence, and the danger. He wasn’t just cruel. He was involved in a cartel? Mafia cartel? My blood ran cold as fear knotted in my chest. What had I gotten myself into?

****** The Cartel On the other side of the city, in an extravagant penthouse overlooking the skyline, Alvarez, the cold and calculating leader of the Cartel, swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand, his lips curled into an unreadable smile. His second-in-command stood before him, delivering the latest intelligence. "The Monadikos are preparing to strike. But it’s more than that. Adrian has uncovered the full truth behind his parents’ empire. He possesses the weapon blueprints. If this is true, he holds more power than any of us anticipated."

The monster in him was charging up, getting ready to feed on Roberto's rage. "How dare you? How dare you think you’ll get away with this? I’ll have you all fucking killed. Do you even know what you’ve just started?" "Humor me please," Ardo said, feigning seriousness. "If I can't be reached in a day or two, the whole cartel will come down on you. Who do you think you are? Both of you, I'm fucking asking you. Do you think yourselves invisible? One or two allies from a camp or two is enough to shut you down. You think you are powerful. You push your businesses across countries and you think that makes you smart and on top of the world? Go ask your pussy of a father where that got him. History i

“I might know someone who can help.” My eyes narrowed, “Who?” Her reluctance was clear, “Someone who is a part of the gang.” “Part of the gang!?” Robin freaked out, “Miss Sinclair, why do you even know this person.” “He is not the part of the mainstream cartel. He runs a local gang and provides them with armed forces whenever the cartel requires.” She rubbed her templed, “And it is none of your business why I know him. It was a long time ago and you will not let a breath out about it to anyone, especially Draven.”

“Why don’t you shut the fuck up? If I’m here is because it’s necessary not because I wanted to come. I know you’re an imbecile that always needs my help. What if the other cartel doesn’t want to pay what is agreed?” “Maybe because it’s agreed I’m here.” Camilla gave him her worst gesture. “Such a stupid.” She murmured while dressing for the big night. The instructions were clear. Camilla and Bastian had to be where the merchandise was going to be delivered. The other cartel was going to be there to pay for the same one. This was going to be the first time stretching the hand of that cartel. People in the business said they were one of the worst cartels; they had killed more than any other c

But still an idiot. Selena had already snapped a few pictures of him on her cell and sent it off to Solid Security’s twenty-four-hour IT team. Within ten minutes of getting the picture, they’d e-mailed Selena the idiot’s entire life. Seeing as he was a trust-fund brat with absolutely no real education or solid ambitions at all, it was not impressive reading, but there were no red flags, either. “So, green light on Casanova?” Griff said in Selena’s ear.

La Sombra Negra wasn’t just a cartel; it was a shadow government, pulling the strings of power across multiple continents. Their hands were in every major political crisis of the last two decades—sponsoring coups in South America, fueling civil wars in West Africa, and funding terrorist cells in the Middle East. If a leader rose too fast, too cleanly, they crushed him. If a politician resisted their grip, they ruined him—through blackmail, fabricated scandals, or assassination. They had no borders.