Emma’s POV:
One would think that a high-ranking member of one of the most powerful crime organizations in the United States would have a little— just a tad— bit of intelligence.
Apparently, one would be wrong.
"Walk away," I tell the empty-headed, cabbage-brained imbecile standing in front of me. "Walk away right now."
Castellanos keeps his smile in place, but when he speaks, his tone is venomous. "What the hell are you playing at?"
I stare at him.
"You make a deal with me," he continues, and I can practically see the steam coming out of his ears, "then suddenly disappear from your house and find your way to his? Do I look like an i***t to you? I know a two-timer when I see one."
I catch myself before I tense, but just barely. Despite my best efforts, the realization that he h
