Chapter Forty Three

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Upper East Side, New York

Draken

" The Colombian still hasn't made a move, it seems. He's gone underground, probably gathering support to hit back or something. A futile and stupid endeavor."

Rowan commented, shaking his head in what seemed like true exasperation as he thought of Pablo Adrien Hernandez's attempts to defy us. The thought of the man still managed to irritate the shit out of me. He was inconsequential in the grand scheme of things, nothing but a nuisance in the background of my plans.

I had anticipated that his greed and need for power would become somewhat of a problem when I dealt with Diego. Their shady business dealings had been within the dossier I compiled on the man who had been somewhat involved in my father's accident. Yes, the Moreno family had participated in the conspiracy that threatened to break my family.

A gathering of the underworld's worst had come together to create a plan to take down my family and take our spot at the top of the food chain.