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The Accountant novel Chapter 24

Leaving his detka to hunt his remaining enemies was difficult for him. The only solace was the enhanced Bluetooth device attached to the tracker she provided him. They can communicate with each other anytime without the risk of the battery running out. Amazing woman.

And he thought this type of high-tech, Science-lab invention was only done in movies.

They just landed in Mexico City and he was about to meet the new Mexican Cartel leader. Rumored to be almost as dangerous, but like him, a man of his word. Mentally nodding in approval, nevertheless, he had to remain extra alert. In a few minutes, his assessment of the man would determine if he had changed much over the years.

Ever cautious, he sent his men ahead to secure the perimeter. Snipers and hardened combatants in place.

Alec exited the private jet first, black shades covering his eyes from the late morning glare, he scanned his open surroundings for a few munites. Satisfied, he nodded and stepped aside to let Dominic thru.

Dominic scoffed at his friend's overzealous security protocol. "I am The Butcher, not some bimbo, Alec." He walked past him.

His general chuckled. "I have to be thorough, my friend. The tzarina will have my head if something happens to you."

When Alec put it that way, it should irritate him but all he felt was elation. Some fantastic woman, waiting for him back home was possessively and exuberantly concerned for his safety.

"Let's hope Rafael Montero had forgotten the time I socked his pretty face." Alec murmured, smirking, remembering their good old days.

Though his face was stoic, unreadable, lips flat, his gray eyes sparkled with amusement. "He would have improved his fighting skills by now, Alec." Dominic surmised.

He had every faith in his general with his hand to hand combat and yet he knew for sure that Rafael, a cartel leader, was just as deadly. "Keep our men alert, we don't know if he has changed that much. He might be working with the traitors for all we know." Though he doubted it.

His general nodded and opened the door on the bulletproof SUV for his tzar, joining him a few seconds later. If everything went as planned, they will have the assassin's head by nightfall.

***

Unsurprisingly, the additional security sent by Rafael escorted them to the Eastside of Polanco, Mexico City.

They stopped at a heavily guarded townhouse and again Alec stepped out of the car first to scan their surroundings, Dominic trusted him and his men to have the area ensured of their safety.

The world he was lording it was a very dangerous place to live. Alliances formed and changed with a blink of an eye.

By this time, his composure marked him to being the deadliest mafia king. When he stepped out of the car, dangerous aura proceeded him. Face impassive, posture stiff and authoritarian. The weight of his knives and Glock concealed at the lining of his coat was familiar.

Thick and heavy anticipation filled the air around them. Devoid of any expression, Dominic watched the man coming to meet them.

The usual prowling, stalking strides perfected by such predators, and leaders like them apparent. As impressive as the Mafia tzar, tall and tan, heavily muscled, uncompromising perfectly sculpted body and face, clothed elegantly in all black Armani, like recognized like. The clear hazel eyes told as much. Leaders both.

Dominic shook the hands of the man before him. Firm and steady. Good.

"Welcome to my humble abode, tzar," Rafael intoned, he inclined his head to Alec. "And I see you brought along your ancient wingman." His dark brown eyes gleamed with amusement.

"I'll show you old, Raf," Alec growled mockingly.

Rafael chuckled and clapped Alec's back none too gently. "Come along. It's been too long since we shared a drink."

Chapter 24  Mexican Cartel

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Chapter 24  Mexican Cartel

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