Fierce Defender: Book 2, Hard to Handle trilogy Read Free Page B

christening of his first child. Sam’s wife was a sweet Texas girl, former beauty queen, groomed her entire life to be a wife and a mother. She had made a beautiful home for them in San Antonio, and now…
    The whole thing was about to come crumbling down. Emotions were running rampant in Gray’s chest. Anger, betrayal, hurt, and fear. The fear was for Sam’s family. If Vincent Heston was behind all of this, and Gray was convinced that he was, none of them would be safe.
    “God damn it, Sam! What the fuck were you thinking?” Gray said aloud to the empty vehicle. Then he remembered the tape. Should he play it for Lewis like he normally did after a meeting with Barry, or should he try talking to Sam first, before he went and accused him of being a snitch?
    Gray hit the steering wheel with his fists. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Chapter Four
    The Call
    Brownsville, Texas
    Monday Morning
     
    Marcella reluctantly got out of bed and went to see what idiot was at the door. When the incessant knocking had begun, Vincent had told her to keep sucking his cock. He reminded her that there were three ugly thugs outside who could take care of whoever it was and promised that, when Marcella’s sweet lips had finished taking care of him, he would go see what was going on.
    She had tried to concentrate. She lived to make Señor Heston a happy man. Someday she hoped that he would realize she was his alma gemela —his soul mate. Until then, she planned on doing anything he asked of her. When his soul was happy, hers was at peace as well.
    But the infernal banging on the front door wouldn’t stop, and Vincent had finally relented and told her to go see what they wanted. He said that he’d be right out, and if it wasn’t a life or death situation, he was going to shoot whichever one of his ugly thugs had allowed the person through. He had recruited them all from Mexico, and what they lacked in brains, they had made up for in brawn. But clearly, Vincent was rapidly beginning to re-think his choice.
    In Vincent’s old house, they couldn’t hear any noise while in the master bedroom. This hovel that they had been forced to take refuge in, however, was a different story, Marcella thought as she put on her robe and made her way down the hall. She’d been shocked when she’d first seen the new house. It sat at the end of a tiny little street in the worst part of town and was surrounded by dead lawn and a cyclone fence. The paint was peeling in places, and the rest of the exterior had been tagged by various street gangs. It only had two bedrooms and one bathroom, and it smelled like maybe it had served as a crack house at some time in the recent past. The shag carpeting, which had probably been laid out about the same time her last abuela was born, had turned from an ugly burnt orange to a dirty dark brown. Marcella didn’t even want to get herself started on the kitchen. It wasn’t that she was uncomfortable here. She had lived in many worse places before Señor Heston had rescued her. But her boss and lover deserved so much better.
    When Marcella pulled open the door, she wasn’t sure who she had been expecting to see, but Señor Gil had not been it.
    “Señor Gil,” she said, automatically averting her eyes down to the floor. Her mother had worked for the Sanchez family for most of Marcella’s young life. Her mother had told her many times to never look Gilberto Sanchez directly in the eyes. The evil that swam there was always looking for another soul to steal, and if you looked at it too long, her mother had told her, it was the same as inviting it in.
    Gilberto brushed past her, and as he did, she saw the three ugly thugs that Vincent had posted outside standing near the gate with their eyes to the ground. Apparently, they had recognized Gil as easily as she had. If Vincent had wanted protection from his father, he would have had to hire Americans. There wasn’t a Mexican across two countries that didn’t know not to cross