**Mateo

I could still smell my sweet Arena on me as we drove back to Miami. I’d left Jeeves in Naples with Arena and the others, of course, so it was Win and me inside Win’s souped up Jeep, heading away from our women and straight towards danger.

“Armando’s assembling the troops,” Win said, checking his texts on his heads-up display while he drove. “He’ll be ready by the time we get there.”

I nodded, leaning my chin on my fist and staring out ...