Chapter 38 : The Hunted

**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 make him my Beta after all. Some days, he was too stupid to live. "Yeah, go get her. So we can use her to lure in that bastard Mateo Castillas." "Why don't we just go in with fifty men or so and kill him?" Jorge asked. I shook my head vehemently. "I won't leave our pack fifty warriors short with all the crap going on now. He's got a pack building with mercenaries, and half the packs in the Miami area are still fighting over that f*cking cantina. No, you're going to go up there with five guys and get her for me. Then that f*cker will have no choice but to come here. And the