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Chapters (49)
  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. Epigraph
  5. CHAPTER ONE
  6. CHAPTER TWO
  7. CHAPTER THREE
  8. CHAPTER FOUR
  9. CHAPTER FIVE
  10. CHAPTER SIX
  11. CHAPTER SEVEN
  12. CHAPTER EIGHT
  13. CHAPTER NINE
  14. CHAPTER TEN
  15. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  16. CHAPTER TWELVE
  17. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  22. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  23. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  44. CHAPTER FORTY
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  48. EPILOGUE
  49. Teaser chapter

The rest of the hacienda had fallen into disrepair, and he didn’t have the money to return it to its once-glorious state.

Worse yet, he was dependent on his younger brother’s charity just to maintain what he had left. Ramón was a powerful cartel leader and even more ruthless than Arturo. Ramón wielded the sword of money and authority, and Arturo had no choice but to bow to his commands.

The muscles in Arturo’s neck tightened. He had failed his father, failed his grandfather and his ancestors before them.

Unless . . .

Unless the sick old man that Zuma had brought to him had been telling the truth. In his delirium, he had spoken of a great fortune, a treasure he had been hunting for years.

He had found it, he’d said in his barely lucid ramblings. Gold worth millions of dollars.

Arturo needed to speak to Zuma, confirm what they knew so far. Then he could move forward with his plan.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

ABBY RODE NEXT TO GAGE IN THE SECOND HUMMER, WHICH bumped and swayed over the dirt road leading to their destination, Alux’ob, the tiny town closest to the ruins of the Hacienda del Oro Verde, fifteen miles away.

Mateo drove the Hummer in front of them, Edge riding shotgun. Shotgun, she mentally repeated, smiling since the men in both vehicles were armed to the teeth.

Edge and Gage each carried a pair of semiautomatic pistols; Edge was also armed with a Mossberg Thunder Ranch shotgun, or so she’d been told, and Gage had his big knife strapped to his thigh. No one ever seemed to know what weapons Mateo carried, but she was sure he had something.

All of them were strong men, and tough enough to take on cartel members—or anyone else—if it came to that. With the scruff of beard along Gage’s square jaw and an olive drab T-shirt stretched over his massive chest, he looked capable and determined, and sexy as hell.

As the vehicle hit a pothole in the road, Abby flicked him a sideways glance. Gage gripped the steering wheel, causing his thick biceps to bulge beneath his short-sleeved T-shirt, and her mouth actually watered. She knew exactly what all those delicious muscles looked like, exactly how they felt beneath her hands, remembered how good his big body felt pressing her down in the mattress.

She thought about what had happened between them in the net-draped king-sized bed last night and wished it would happen again.

Not likely with their shabby new lodgings being a less-than-one-star accommodation in the middle of the tropical forest. She’d be lucky if their room had a toilet.

She cast Gage a glance. Though his weapons were out of sight, stuffed into the pockets of his cargo pants, they were within easy reach should they run into trouble.

A definite possibility. Where millions of dollars in gold were concerned, anything could happen.