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“Interesting.”
“It was a distraction. When they attacked, our men were called away from their posts to help out in any way possible.”
“Giving them the opportunity to slip the true killers in.”
“Yes, Kazimir. The Cartel’s most lethal killers. They are not just hitmen. They are shadows. Phantoms known for their ruthlessness and inability to be traced.”
A chill ran through me. “How many do you think entered New Orleans?”
“At least thirty.” Tisha swallowed. “However. . .”
I leaned my head to the side. “What?”
“These particular sicarios are being led by someone named Milagro.”
I considered the meaning of the name in Spanish. “Miracle.”
“Apparently, Milagro does not miss.”
I sneered. “He will miss this time.”
“We do not know if Milagro is a man or woman, but David pulled Misha into our phone call so that we can get the person’s identity.”
That earlier phone call I had had with Misha told me all I needed to know about his energy. Some of the tension left me. “The Mosquito will find Milagro, before he or she finds us.”
“Still, we may need to head to the Comedienne’s estate tomorrow.”
My frown deepened.
“Kazimir, sicarios move like ghosts, leaving only a trail of bodies in their wake.”
The balcony, once a refuge, felt too exposed, too open. I glanced back at the bedroom where Emily lay, oblivious to the new danger that now shadowed our lives.
The thought of those cold, efficient killers anywhere near her and my boys tightened the already suffocating grip of anxiety in my chest.
“We will move before the dinner tomorrow.” I sighed and glanced back at the moon.
They dare bring fucking assassins around my kids?
That dinner would be heavy with the promise of bloodshed.
Did the Butcher and everyone else coming to New Orleans truly understand that this would not be a simple dispute.
It would be a massacre.
I turned back to my cousin.
Tisha rubbed his tired eyes.
I shook my head. “Go to sleep. You have done well for tonight—”
“I am on.” Tisha gave me a sad smile and then winked. “But you must go to sleep, Kazimir.”
I tensed at the very idea of simply heading to bed on such a dangerous night. Then, I thought of Emily and stressed even more. “Lunita may show up—”
“We have put precautions in place.”
I looked through the glass door, showing the view into our bedroom.
