Rita's POV

We were in position and ready to move. Alex and Dante showed up right on schedule, predictable as always. While I kept them distracted, talking casually to hold their attention, Maeve and Reina crept up behind them and knocked them out cold. They struck hard, landing solid blows to the back of their heads. Neither of the guys saw it coming.

Maeve and I quickly dragged their unconscious bodies behind my mother’s car. As head chef for the new packhouse, she had the privilege of ...