Chapter 30

ALEJANDRO JAX LOOKED UP AT ME WITH A HUGE GRIN ON HIS FACE. ‘I’VE MISSED THIS, amigo,’ he said as he hoisted the unconscious man up from the floor and sat him on the chair in front of me. ‘You’re fucking loco, amigo,’ I said with a smile and a shake of my head. We had been in Chicago for two days dealing with this prick right here and I couldn’t wait to get home. I looked down at Richie Burnett. I had always hated this prick. I had always known he wasn’t to be trusted, but he had worked for my Uncle Phillipe for years, and I’d been prepared to give him the benefit of the doubt for my uncle’s sake. But, I had kept my eye on him, and had been proven right when I had caught him stealing from us, creaming an extra cut of the profit for himself every time he made a deal on my family’s behalf – as if we didn’t pay him enough. Greedy motherfucker! I slapped Richie hard across the face and he groaned as his eyes flickered open