Chapter 48

ALEJANDRO THE FOLLOWING DAY, I LEFT THE HOUSE EARLY TO GET TO MY MEETING. I watched Jax as he stood beside me, leaning against the car and chewing a piece of nicotine gum. I glanced at my watch. ‘Carmichael is late,’ I snapped. I fucking hated lateness. He nodded his head. ‘He’s a prick, amigo. You already know this. He’s playing with you.’ I looked around the waste-ground we’d agreed to meet at. Foster Carmichael had offered to stop by L.A on his way back from Vegas, but I didn’t want him anywhere near my wife. He may have been her father but he had given up any right to her love or her loyalty when he sold her to a monster like me. I looked at the SUV parked nearby that contained two of my men. I didn’t expect any trouble from Carmichael, at least none that I couldn’t handle myself, but I didn’t trust this Cabrón one bit. ‘Looks like he’s decided to show up,’ Jax nodded towards the dis