Ruthless Savior - Julia Sykes Page 0,8

plan. I would do this without his vocal support, eliminating the problem while he could feign innocence.

As always, we would work together to stabilize his regime. He would remain king, and I would remain rich. The arrangement was ideal. There was a reason we’d both survived this long.

“Now that we’re all here,” Stefano began, already eliminating Arturo and Daniel from our inner circle, “I’d like to discuss our next moves. I’m very pleased that you’ve all accepted my invitation to the gala on Friday.” He beamed at each of us, as though we’d had a choice in accepting his invitation.

I didn’t feel like attending another one of his fucking fake parties, but this was how Stefano operated. I wouldn’t have fun, but I would be there, looming behind him; his ever-present, menacing shadow.

The rumble of a raised, masculine voice broke through Stefano’s falsely jovial energy. My attention snapped to the door, which was closed to ensure our meeting remained private. The guard stationed outside shouldn’t be able to make out anything distinct through the wooden barrier, so the fact that we could hear him at all meant he must be shouting.

I didn’t need Stefano’s prompting to stalk toward the commotion, removing the wickedly sharp hunting knife from the sheath at my side as I moved to confront whoever dared to disturb us. My fingers flexed around the knife handle, shifting my grip in preparation for violence. I doubted our enemies had managed to infiltrate Stefano’s private high-rise building, but the interruption alone called for a swift lesson in respect.

This was my role in the cartel. This was what kept me rich, powerful, and secure: vicious, unforgiving brutality.

Just as I wrenched open the door, a high, feminine cry pierced my chest.

“Raúl!” My name was ragged and desperate on Marisol’s lips.

My eyes skipped past the guard blocking her way, immediately fixing on my frightened little captive.

Her lovely eyes were wide and wild, dark with panic. Crimson blood painted her fragile face, staining the soft cheek I’d caressed for the first time mere hours ago; the cheek that had pressed into my hand, welcoming my touch and seeking my protection.

A savage, animal roar boomed through the corridor, and my knife found the man’s heart with lethal precision. I flowed through the ingrained, deadly movement without conscious thought.

I shoved aside his lifeless body, reaching for Marisol. She cried out again, but this time, she wasn’t calling my name. She shrieked and stumbled back, desperate to evade my maddened advance. The sudden movement jarred her head wound, and her eyes rolled back as her knees buckled.

I caught her just before she hit the floor, cradling my pretty, breakable hostage with aching care that was entirely at odds with the vicious snarl that ripped from my chest.

Chapter 3

Marisol

“Marisol.” He rasped my name, and his big hand caressed my cheek with the same careful gentleness as this morning. Two thick fingers curled beneath my chin, tipping my head back slowly. A feather-light brush over my hair sent a wash of dizzying pain through my skull, radiating outward from the cut where my head had slammed into the glass coffee table.

Blood on the glass above me. Warmth pooling beneath my cheek. Daniel’s cruel threat for my compliance. Carmen’s hand reaching for me, begging me to save her…

My eyes flew open. The sudden, jolting movement sent another wave of nausea rolling through my head, and the world blurred. A strong arm tightened to an iron band around my shoulders, pinning my side against a massive, hard chest.

“Stay still.” The order came out in a gruff rumble, but the gentle touch on my face calmed me.

Raúl won’t hurt me.

I realized he knelt on the floor, bracing me against his body with one corded arm around my shoulders. His other hand held my face with shocking tenderness, preventing me from sudden movements that might jar my injury again.

“What’s going on?” A different, silky smooth voice slithered around Raúl’s protective bulk, sliding down my spine like an icy blade.

Stefano Duarte. He would kill me if he knew I’d helped Daniel take Carmen.

I shuddered, but I didn’t dare close my eyes again. Carmen needed me to save her.

Daniel had lied to me. He’d always intended to abduct her and drag her to her enemies, not her allies. I’d handed her over to men who terrified her. I couldn’t leave her to that fate. Not when I had caused it.

Raúl’s muscles rippled around me, the protective cage of his brawny arms drawing closer. I