Endless (The Drug Lord's Wife #4)

Andros García

Chapter 20

Jennifer

A few more days had pasted with no word from Sinaloa Cartel.

But thankfully, I heard about the "presents" Adam left for the Cartel.

Message sent.

"More like game on", hallucination me said sitting next to me in the back of the taxi,"What the fuck got into him? Since when do we start chopping up bodies and sending them to people! This ain't the Godfather. He has lost his mind".

Agreed.

What the hell was going on in Adam's head. Was he trying to start a war?

"A better question would be why? It doesn't seem like my character. Does it?" Illusion Adam was right too.

Did something set him off? Was it self-defense I had a thousand questions, but no answers. I have to focus on tonight.

"Please do, love. I have no doubt they'll want to punish someone for my behavior. Make sure it's not you", He said.

I rolled down the window trying to find some relief from this heat. A lone drop of sweat made it's way down my back, leaving a trail of temporary coolness in its wake. I was always under the impression that temperature  were supposed to drop at night here it seems to get hotter.

I pulled my hair back into a curly bun with a few ringlets of hair framing my face trying to keep my hair from burning me alive. I had on an impressive red slik cocktail dress  with a v-neck fit-and-flare design combined with has a plunging neckline and double spaghetti straps that stretch over my shoulders to show off my open back. The skirt had full a-line and flared out from my natural waistline. The dress was sweet and feminine but with a stylish edge. I had to admit I was impressed by Shepherds taste in women's clothes.

"We're here", Shepherd said from the driver's seat. I don't know what happened that day on the beach, but he did a complete 180 as soon as I got back to the house; as if nothing ever happened.

I stared out the window. Night had fallen blanking the sky. The mansion loomed proudly behind creaky iron gates, flanked by rows of pine trees that lined the property soaring up into the sky. Shepherd had stopped the car in front of the small iron gate that showed an endless staircase to Ismael Zambada García mansion. The abandoned house stood in a composed way, as if it had chosen solitude for itself, as if residents were a luxury it could forgo. There must have been at least a hundred windows spread over the five floors facing us. 

I looked down to my naked hand missing my wedding ring.

 If Adam was here it would be the perfect night for a date by the ocean. But, here I was. About to face God knows what.

"Whats wrong?" Shepherd asked turning to face me.

"Nothing", I said trying to convince myself I could do this. I started to push the door open but my hand started to shake freezing me.

"You're scared", he said that like he couldn't believe it. Softening his voice he said,"I've never lost an asset before. And I don't plan on starting with you. If things go sideways, I will get you out. Okay?"

I didn't believe him for a second. I was a means to an end for him. At least his lie was convincing.

"You don't believe me?"