Los Ángeles Vengadores

By Elle Q. Sabine

Jesse was not expecting the blond American to walk into the cantiña where he waited for his prey, but there she was. Vibrantly beautiful, she attracted the attention of every man in the crime-infested hellhole. Every man also heard the bullets she emptied into the evil creature who snuck upstairs when Jesse's back was turned. He's incredulous, intrigued, and grateful – and getting her out of Mexico is now his top priority. Bea is shocked that her nemesis is dead, and stunned by the gun in her hand. She never really believed she'd do what she'd planned and plotted to do, and now that the moment has come, what happens next? Will this stranger rescue her? Or does she save him?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Elle Q. Sabine
• Release date: Oct 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781502928863

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Los Ángeles Vengadores

ELLE Q. SABINE

Copyright 2014 Elle Q. Sabine ([e-mail]).

ISBN-13.978-1502928863, ISBN-10.1502928868

Edited by Anne Perez. Cover Design by Elle Q. Sabine.

Cover photograph HikerPuntaCometa by AlejandroLinaresGarcia.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Table of Contents

License Notes,

Trademark Acknowledgement

About Los Ángeles Vengadores

Dedication

One

Two

Three

Four

About the Author

Books By Elle Q. Sabine

LICENSE NOTES

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, transmitted by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, etc) without the prior permission of the author, above.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

TRADEMARK ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

THE AUTHOR ACKNOWLEDGES the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmark mentioned in this work of fiction:

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ABOUT LOS ÁNGELES VENGADORES

JESSE WAS NOT EXPECTING the blond American to walk into the cantiña where he waited for his prey, but there she was. Vibrantly beautiful, she attracted the attention of every man in the crime-infested hellhole. Every man also heard the bullets she emptied into the evil creature who snuck upstairs when Jesse's back was turned. He's incredulous, intrigued, and grateful – and getting her out of Mexico is now his top priority. Bea is shocked that her nemesis is dead, and stunned by the gun in her hand. She never really believed she'd do what she'd planned and plotted to do, and now that the moment has come, what happens next? Will this stranger rescue her? Or does she save him?

DEDICATION

This story began as a character study of strong, confident women who are as honorable as the men they meet along the way.

For Bea.

ONE

SHE STROLLED HAUGHTILY into the cantiña, unconscious of the patrons that noticed her. Skin tanned to a pale gold, her hair was a telling white blond, so light it was almost platinum. She walked in wearing a backpack and a knee-length dress stretched over the round, tempting curves of her ass, approaching the bar without a care in the world.

Jesse watched her from the end of the dark, polished board and wondered. He knew instinctively she did not belong in the den. And it truly was a den. The stools, tables and American-style booths in the dim center section were populated with low-level crooks while the more dangerous drug runners and gang barons clung to the dark in their booths along the exterior walls. Drugs and guns were traded openly, in full view of the patrons. There were fights; men were stabbed and shot in the cantiña and the alley behind. This foolish girl, almost assuredly American, stuck out as much as a Cabinet Secretary and her entourage would have done.

Jesse, on the other hand, blended into the crowd. He dressed in their black snap-down shirts, let his jawline grow permanently scruffy, sunbathed during the daylight hours until he was so dark his skin was almost a native hue, took up the deplorable habit of smoking so thickly that the stale scent felt branded into his skin, drank tequila, and waited.

He'd been waiting for months, sure that the one named Manuel would return. He intended to wait as long as required. Revenge, and it would be sweet and cold, would be his on the day