Chapter 42 : Going for the Jugular

**Efrain "So, your super bright idea is to let them kill all our men in little, manageable batches while we hide out here with Russo," I said slowly, trying to figure out if it was the alcohol or just the fact that my father was too stupid to live. "We're distracting them. Getting Castillas to think he's got the upper hand. Then, when he gets here, we squash him like a bug. He won't see it coming," Agustin replied, clearly very pleased with himself. I swirled my glass and downed some whiskey. My father was such an idiot. But, Moon Goddess willing, if the exalted bitch even existed, the wasteful, hair-brained scheme would work. Especially now that they had the backing of Russo's men as well. "Remember, when we go through the spoils, I'm getting a cut," Russo said. "And that delicious bitch I didn't get to f*ck before." "You're welcome to her," I responded. "Do whatever you want with her. Do her seven ways to Sunday. I don't give a damn." Russo licked his lips. Having seen hi