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recently blown up Brooklyn detective.
Jesus. Castillo had found him, whoever Diego Martinez was, and framed him. And
Dev helped.
He helped.
He dry heaved, the contents of his stomach rushing back up into his throat.
Think he s gonna be gunning for you next? Swazie asked quietly. He has to
know you and this Diego whoever were working together.
Let him come. Let that bastard come. York s voice trembled with rage. Maybe
it s time I do things myself, take care of him personal-like, put him in the ground
alongside that dead partner of his.
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Sounds like a plan to me. A loud sniff, then Swazie asked, What s his beef with
this Diego though? His tone held just the right amount of curiosity and nonchalance.
Who knows? York barked. Who the fuck cares? Diego approached me, said he
wanted guns and he wanted me to get them. He offered a hell of a lot of money so I bit
my tongue when he handed me a list and told me he only wanted Castillo to see it.
Personal, Swazie muttered.
Fucking personal. And York was in the middle of it, taking all his men, including
Dev, along for the blood-soaked ride.
Fuck if I m gonna wait around for the other shoe to drop.
By the time York and Swazie left the room in search of the willing women York
promised, Dev s lower extremities were long numb. He waited an extra five minutes to
make sure the coast was clear then hightailed it out of York s place via the secret door
no one was supposed to know existed.
On the drive from Staten Island to Brooklyn, he allowed the anger to grow and
fester. Anger at himself, he couldn t blame Castillo for doing what he probably always
did use people. He used Dev to get to Diego Martinez and then he killed a cop a
Goddamn cop and framed another man.
Nice guy, that Castillo. Real stand-up guy.
Dev scowled at himself in the rearview mirror.
Yeah, nice guy he had a hard-on for.
He was headed into Los P territory with only a SIG P226 as backup, about to
confront a known killer. Not the least of the stupid shit he d done today.
He d never been to the Los P headquarters before, but he made it a point to know
where it was. And it wasn t as if Castillo and the rest kept that place a secret, but he still
parked three blocks away and walked over there with his shoulders hunched and a ball
cap pulled low to avoid being noticed.
A crowd of people sat out on the stoop, talking and laughing, while loud music and
smoke drifted outside through the open front door. Any hopes he had of slipping by
unnoticed evaporated when a man separated from the crowd and walked toward him.
Castillo s man, Mateo.
Yo, man, you lost or something? He grabbed Dev s shoulder and squeezed. Hard.
You must not know where you at, son.
Dev shrugged away from him and eyed the few approaching men warily. I know
where I am and I don t want any trouble. He held up his hands, palms out.
Mateo raked him with a suspicious gaze. Yeah? What you want then, York send
you on a scouting mission? His lips quirked slightly.
Dev shook his head. I just I want to talk to Castillo.
He ain t expecting you.
And you know this how? Dev crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.
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Cause I m in charge of his social calendar, Mateo said. You re not on it.
Look, you can search me. Dev held his arms out wide and turned in a slow circle.
I just want five minutes with him then I m gone. For good, because close proximity to
Pablo Castillo was bad for his health, not to mention his heart.
Mateo took way too long patting Dev down in his opinion, but he remained silent
and simply shrugged when Mateo pulled his gun from his ankle holster with a raised
eyebrow.
Follow me, Mateo instructed. I ll see if he wants to be bothered with your
suicidal ass.
Dev didn t hide his smile. He followed Mateo up the stairs and into the house. Soon
as they cleared the threshold, the smells of weed, alcohol and sex assaulted Dev s nose.
He coughed and Mateo chuckled. It s a party in here, the other man said, and
you re interrupting. He waved a hand at the room and Dev blinked.
Through the thick layer of smoke he made out the bodies. Writhing.
In pairs, multiples even. Everywhere, on the floor, the table, up against the wall.
Fucking.
The sounds, moans and groans, blended with the pumping music that echoed in his
groin.
Yo, boss! Mateo yelled above the noise and Dev jerked his gaze away from the
people humping.
It took a second, but he finally made out Castillo in the far side of the smoky room.
He sat back on the couch, clad only in jeans, his upper half bare. A woman sat next to
him, naked except for a red thong.
Oh fuck no! Dev balled his fists and rocked back on his heels. That didn t work for
him, not one bit.
Boss, you have a visitor, Mateo shouted.
Castillo lifted his head, his slumberous gaze zeroing on Dev with ease. They locked
eyes and Dev swore the noise dimmed, everyone else disappeared. It was only the two
of them and in Castillo s gaze he read all the things the other man didn t say, he saw all
the things Castillo wanted to do to him.
To keep from dropping trou in a room full of horny gang members, Dev reminded
himself of the reason he d come all that way. Deliver a message, tell Castillo off for
using him then go on his merry way.
But the damn man was undressing him with hungry eyes, fucking him with that
hard and impenetrable gaze. His cock liked it.
A lot.
Castillo didn t break their stare-off, but his lips moved and the woman next to him
turned her attention to Dev with a pretty pout, showing off gorgeous tits and a body
made to fuck. Castillo got to his feet, his thick length clearly outlined against his jeans,
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