20
Drew
We had to leave our arms at the gate—not that we’d expected anything less to gain access to Arturo’s compound. The van we’d brought sat just inside the gates, our patted down and blade-stripped tense-as-f**k bodies standing alongside it waiting for an escort to the mansion. Knowing a search would take place, Vigil hadn’t bothered with a two-way headpiece, including Devil in everything that went down.
He had instructions to leak the same s**t Vigil held in his hands to the Feds if he didn’t get a call within the hour.
It had taken the guard a quick peek in the manila envelope before he even put a call through to the main house.
Took us fifteen minutes, but Arturo himself, the fucker, strode down his driveway in the rising sun’s rays, a wool coat buttoned clear up to his chin, t
