**Efrain

“So the bastard is in Naples,” I muttered, looking at my tablet screen.

“Italy?” Jorge asked in confusion.

I rolled my eyes. “Florida. Beach. Gulf of Mexico.”

“Oh. Sorry, Mr. Rodriguez,” Jorge said.

I couldn’t wait for the day when he would call me Alpha. Though I sometimes doubted his smarts, I never doubted his loyalty. “I need you to go get her.”

“Get her?” Jorge echoed.

Maybe I wouldn’t ...