Before Becerra could finish his sentence, Marcus and three other heavily armed, suit-clad security guards stepped forward, forming an impenetrable wall between Becerra and the couple.
Matthew stepped into Becerra’s personal space, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper that only the four of them could hear.
“Touch her, Oscar, and I will have your fingers delivered to your investors one by one,” Matthew said, his eyes devoid of any human warmth. “As of ten minutes ago, the federal government has executed a freeze on all assets associated with the Vargas shipping licenses due to an ongoing investigation into corporate homicide and smuggling. My wife and I have provided the state department with twenty years of internal ledgers. Ledgers that you left in her father’s safe.”
Patricia gasped, clutching her chest, looking as though she might faint. “The safe… you didn’t have the combination…”
Elena leaned forward, a cold smile playing on her lips. “You forgot, Patricia. My father loved me. He gave me the combination when I was twelve years old. I just needed a man with enough power to make sure the evidence actually reached the right hands.”
