Chapter 22 : Mateo Castillas Is Alive

**Marco POV "Hello, Oscar," I greeted El Lobo through the phone. Right on time. "You f*cker!" I chuckled. "Give me back my f*cking slaves!" I always found Oscar a bit of a hot mess. "I'd assume your slaves would like to be free, if that's all they are to you. Isn't that right Rochelle, Felix?" I looked at them, their mouths sealed with duct tape, tied to two folding chairs. Rochelle was shaking her head vigorously. "What the f*ck did you do to—" Oscar must have taken too long a drag of his cigarette as his dry cough was acting up. "They wouldn't give me the answers that I needed. I was hoping you could fix my problem." I had no intention of hurting these two. I had a daughter myself. I didn't like to kill innocent people if I didn't have to. "What the f*ck do you want?" I laughed at Oscar's arrogance. He thought he was in control here. Yes, he was rich. He sold humans, and shifters, at exorbitant rates to desperate, wealthy scum. But,