hadn’t just revealed to me that he had conjured up the devil. “She needs to talk with you before we proceed.”
Silvia showed up for one thing, and I was sure she wasn’t coming to talk. Now, I knew without a sliver of doubt that I was deader than a motherfucker. Silvia was called the Death Whisperer, and my death would be the most horrific shit known to man.
Although my insides were churning like a windmill, I sat as poised as Corvel. I rarely allowed fear to creep into my bones, but it was hard not to wrap your arms around the emotion when the mother of death had arrived by helicopter in response to something I had done.
The click of her heels echoed throughout the house, the sound appearing to rattle the rooms the closer she got. The first thing I saw was the white of her expensive suit.
The woman wore elegance like it was a part of her essence. Her hair was swept up in a curly up-do, supported by small diamond-studded accessories. Her caramel complexion glowed with a bronzed tint. Her features hinted that her ancestors were not only Hispanic, but possibly Native-American and African-American because she seemed a perfect blend of all three.
Corvel stood, so I did the same with HB gripped tight in my hand. When Silvia and Corvel walked towards each other, and he drew her into a big bear hug that lifted her off her feet, I didn’t know what to think. He placed a tender kiss on each of her cheeks that she returned.
“I missed you, brother,” she said in Spanish.
Brother?
Corvel was her brother? My eyes widened at the knowledge while I stared in slack-jawed awe.
Once they stepped away from each other, the resemblance became obvious. She stood in place beside her brother, appraising me. She didn’t appear upset that I was standing there with a gun in my hand.
I suppose she could afford to be unbothered, being who she was. There were probably ten snipers with weapons aimed at me from every point that had the maximum effective range to blow me straight to Kingdom Come.
“I hear you have been stirring up a lot of trouble, young lady. Why would you do something as foolish as pull a gun on the hands that feed you, and the one person standing between you and me?”
“Because two people have died at my hands, naming this cartel as targeting me for death. Another confirmed that this cartel hired him to watch me. I’m worth more to you alive, so I came here to find out why you want me dead?”
A hard swallow help dislodge my words that were flowing from my brain faster than I could spit them out.
“Mr. Corvel confirmed that he knew about mine and my husband’s ambushes. I demanded to know why you wanted me dead. He wouldn’t tell me. The next thing I knew, we were sitting here waiting for you.”
She glared at Corvel like she wanted to kill him more than me. She turned in his direction, and they went off on a tangent in Spanish, full-on fussing. This was an unexpected turn as neither of them had ever lost control, especially not in front of people.
He mentioned being the middleman. What was he in the middle of? This situation was starting to take a weird fucking turn. Was Corvel planning to tell her that I spoke Spanish, or did he want me to hear their conversation?
When she turned away from Corvel to face me this time, the anger on her face was apparent.
“Mecca, we need to have a serious talk.”
“Ma’am, I have all the respect for you in the world, but if you want me dead, can we not prolong it? All I ask is that you leave my husband, his people, and the Black Saints out of this. I acted alone and take full responsibility for my actions.”
She stood, smiling, the sight heightening my confusion.
“Spoken like a true leader. Mecca…”
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The sound of gunfire drew our attention. Silvia remained calm, even under attack, casting a backward glance at her brother. She wasn’t worried about a thing. However, the sound terrified me because it was more than likely Arjen and whatever army he had following him. He knew better than to come at a cartel, and in order for him to react this fast, he was doing it without the backing of the syndicate.
If Silvia Cardenas didn’t kill me, Corvel would since I had led my husband, guns