Chapter 5
BEING BALLS DEEP in Catarina was the tightest, warmest spot I had ever been in. I’d heard about her sporadically over the years yet never thought much about it. Why would I? She wasn’t in the business, and there was no reason to ever ask about her, but then her eyes had met mine that first time and damn. Just…damn. Swirling deep inside me was a longing that caught me off guard, making me need to investigate.
I couldn’t kid myself and say I was a great guy. I was ruthless, demanding, and would kill at the drop of a hat to protect what was mine.
I knew back in Cali something was missing in my life. I needed a good woman, a strong one to stand by my side. I needed someone who wouldn’t shy away from the tough part of this life. Someone who wouldn’t need--or want—to know the ins and outs of the job. Someone who wouldn’t have expectations of flowers and sunshine, but when I gave it, would take it with grace. I needed someone who would understand that I could never get out—would never want out. I had worked too hard, and the only way out was death. I would also never disappoint my father by fucking up. I respected him too much to allow myself. However, the skanks I stuck my dick in were nothing compared to this beautiful woman who had given me the utmost pleasure by feeling her come apart for me.
Catarina had all the qualities I was craving. I wanted more—would have more. One fucking encounter and I was hooked like a druggie needing his next fix.
“Bathroom,” I growled.
“Up the stairs, first door on the left.” Her eyes filled with undeniable lust, her lips parting as she sucked in a soft breath. She might have been tired, but she wanted more. Who was I to deny that? She could sleep later. Maybe.
“Hang on.” I took the steps in long strides; making it to the door she had directed me to.
Opening it wide, I found her bedroom smelled of vanilla, and damn it smelled good. Her bedroom shouted ‘a girl lives here,’ but I didn’t give a shit. I wasn’t here for a decorating lesson. The bed was big, and that was all I needed. Hell, I really didn’t even need that; the floor would work just fine.
“Bathroom.”
She pointed to a door on the right, and I strutted in, setting her down gently on the counter.
Everything was immaculate, nothing out of place.
I stripped quickly out of my clothes and heard her gasp. Meeting her eyes, I saw fire radiated from their depths.
“Like what you see, baby?”
“Yeah, love the chest hair.” She gulped, taking me in, her eyes sweeping from top to bottom.
Not gonna lie, I kept my shit tight. I could still hang with the boys with ease when it came to one-on-ones. I could also take a man out in five seconds with my hands if need be. Each one of my tattoos had some sort of meaning to me, and some were a bit cryptic, just like me. I kept my chest hair, choosing not to shave it off, but I did trim it up a bit.
“Now it’s your turn. Stand up, baby.” I wrapped my arm around her waist as she got to her feet, every curve of her body making my mouth water. She reached for the zipper at the back of the dress. “Stop.” Her hand paused, her eyes latching onto mine. I turned her around slowly so she was staring into the mirror, our eyes connecting. Then I glided my hand down the zipper, exposing her beautiful back. She had no bra on—lucky me.
An intricate butterfly tattoo caressed her skin, starting at her shoulder blades. As I pulled the zipper, the tattoo kept on going, all the way down to the soft bend before her ass. I took a moment to admire the art work that must have taken hours upon hours to create. Different shades of blues and greens covered the wings, and each stroke looked as if it was painted on her skin. The butterfly’s wings were spread across her back, the points almost going around her sides. Beautiful.
I glided the dress down her body, leaving it to pool in a puddle at her feet, and my cock rose to attention. Her body was perfection, nothing like the women in California who had nothing to hang on to when you were fucking them from behind. No, Catarina was all sexy hips and curves in all the right places. They were just enough for me to grip a hard handful.
I smoothed my fingertips over the wings of the butterfly, and her body shuddered at my touch, her skin rising with small bumps underneath my fingers.
“This is beautiful, dolcezza. What’s the meaning?” I watched her in the mirror, seeing in her eyes that this piece of art stood for something in her life, especially since it covered such a large part of her.
“Catarina means pure. To me, what could be more pure than a brand new butterfly coming out of a cocoon into the world? It’s not tainted with any problems, and a butterfly is always free, always ready to soar.”
Our eyes locked, lust and something else poured out of hers, gripping hold of me. I wanted to completely envelop this woman until I was the only thing she thought of, the only thing she needed. Why that turned me on so much, I would never know.
“Spread your legs and hold on to the counter.” I opened the cabinet door beneath the sink. “Kick off your heels and prop your foot on the door.”
She complied a bit hesitantly, opening herself up to me. Then she leaned forward, and her beautiful, full ass was up in the air at a perfect angle, the arch in her back pressing her tits up, giving me a great view in the mirror.
My mouth watered, wanting to taste every part of her. Never had a woman called to me in such a manner, but every inch of Catarina was enticing me to make her mine before some other motherfucker came along. If that ever happened, I would fucking kill him before he had a chance to look at her twice.
“Baby, you’re slick with me down your thighs. Do you feel me?” When I glided my hands up her arms, she shivered but didn’t move. Her skin was like satin, and I couldn’t get enough.
“Yes.” Her moan was one of the sexiest things I had ever heard. I wanted to make her do it religiously.
She stared at me through the mirror in anticipation. Lust swarmed in her eyes, and I wanted to devour every ounce of it, suck it into my memory, and never let it go.
I didn’t give her time to think. Gentle was for another time, not right then. The lust and passion were too much. I positioned my cock at her entrance, the tip drenched in her wetness. In one swift move, I was balls deep, the pressure of her clamping around me so tight I ground my teeth, biting back a curse. I clutched her hips hard, knowing she would have bruises in the morning, but it only made my dick harder and fingers clench tighter at the thought I had left my mark on her.
After gaining some semblance of control, I pumped relentlessly into her, feeling her pussy grip and retract around me. I watched her eyes in the mirror as they glazed over. She was close.
I swiveled my hips and watched as her eyes shot open, her lips slightly parted as I must have hit her sweet spot. I reached around, needing to feel the weight of her breast in my hand. I squeezed hard and kneaded up to her nipple, giving it the same treatment. Then, with one wicked thrust, I seated myself to the hilt, and she detonated uncontrollably. I watched her closely in the mirror, and it was the sexiest fucking thing I had ever seen. She held nothing back, shattering into a million pieces.
Her head flew back, arching her neck beautifully, letting any pleasured sounds escape her lips without restraint. She was totally uninhibited. Every movement of her body was pure and genuine. The clutch of the countertop with her hands, the curl of her foot around the cabinet door. Nothing was fake or timid, and that only made me want her that much more.
I gave her three more deep thrusts then released my seed into her body. Euphoria had nothing on the feeling inside of me. A sense of calm washed over me, something I was sure I hadn’t felt ever in my life. It was as if all the demons inside me were laid to rest and I felt, for the first time ever, true peace.
I laid my head between her shoulder blades, trying to catch my breath, closing my eyes and breathing her in, memorizing each movement of her body. Catarina was trying to take large gulps of breath that caused her chest to rise and fall rapidly.
I lifted my head to see a smiling woman reflected back at me. Her eyes were glazed in pleasure, cheeks flushed, and the glow around her was a beautiful sight. All I wanted to do was fuck her again. I couldn’t seem to restrain myself.
I moved my semi-erect cock in and out of her wet channel, and she flinched, shutting her eyes tight in pain. Shit. I stopped immediately.
“You sore, dolcezza?” The last thing on earth I wanted to do was hurt this woman, especially after what she just gave me.
“Yeah, a little.”
Fuck, I had been a bit rough with her.
“Let’s get you in the shower and then we can lie down.”
Once she nodded, I slowly pulled out the rest of the way and she sucked in a deep breath. My come fell into a puddle on the floor, and I grinned, feeling utterly satisfied with myself.
She set her foot down right in the puddle, looking up at me with an amused look. “Great. You’re cleaning this up, you know.” She winked, but was still trying to get balance over her jelly legs.
I smirked. “Thought I’d have you lick it up.”
“In your dreams.” Something flashed in her eyes, telling me that, if I ordered her to do it, she probably fucking would. Holy shit! That revelation opened up a whole realm of possibilities for the both of us.
She brushed past me—her walk a bit unsteady—to the shower where she turned it on full blast. As she stood there, testing the water with her hand outstretched, I walked behind her and wrapped my arms around her firmly, cupping her tits in my hands and massaging them. Her head fell back against my shoulder, and soft mewls escaped her lips. I removed a hand from her soft flesh and tested the water, finding it comfortable. She was so lost in my touch the water didn’t register.
“Get in, babe.” Stepping into the hot spray, I reached for the soap, lathered it up, and proceeded to wash her body.
With each brush of my hands, her body relaxed more and more. I washed away the remnants of sex from her body then rinsed the suds away. Part of me wanted to fuck her again to put my smell back on her skin, but she looked exhausted and completely wrung out.
I reached for the shampoo and began to massage her scalp, moving my fingers rhythmically across her head. She began swaying, so I knew my fingers were hitting the right spots.
“Like that?”
“Very much. A woman could get used to this.”
I chuckled then rinsed her hair, applied conditioner, and gave her the same treatment all over again. Her steady breathing and faint mewls were all the thanks I needed. I realized how much I liked doing this for her. Only for her.
“Sit down here for a minute.” I moved the shampoo bottle to reveal a little seat, and she did as I asked. I didn’t need her falling from her shaky legs.
I washed quickly, now smelling like some kind of fruit from her shampoo, but I didn’t give a shit. I turned the water off then grabbed a towel from the rack. “Stand up, pretty girl.”
She tried to stand, but exhaustion was staking its claim on her body. I wrapped the towel around her as best I could then scooped her up in my arms. I sat her on the counter, swiftly drying her body and hair, and then wrapped the cloth around her body. Grabbing another towel, I rapidly dried myself.
I lifted her to my chest, and she nuzzled in, her eyes already closed. I couldn’t even begin to explain what a fucking turn on it was that she knew I would take care of her, that she trusted me to do so. I had to wonder if she gave her trust freely, but after replaying the night before I knew she didn’t. It was an honor to get it and I’d cherish it.
I carried her to the bed, pulling back all the teal blankets, leaving white sheets. Now I knew where she got the color for her dress tonight. Must be her favorite, I made a mental note.
I laid her on the bed and climbed in next to her, pulling her to my body, her face resting on my chest and my arms around her.
Her breaths were even as I pulled the covers over both of us. This absolutely fucking beat some random fuck and then sleeping alone in my hotel room.
I rubbed my hand absently over her shoulder, feeling her body quiver at my touch, then pulled her even closer to me. She snuggled in, resting her head on my chest.
It was definitely official. I was fucked, and I didn’t get fucked. Ever. Yet Catarina was doing just that. At every small little turn, she was sucking me in, pulling me to her, making me want to have something more in my life. I had to go back to California. She had her family and job here. How in the fuck would that work? I could fucking tie her up and take her with me, but I would have shit to answer for that. Sal and Vino would take me out if I even tried it. Two fucking days I had known her—two—and all I knew for certain was I would enjoy every fucking minute I had with her.
***
I startled as I woke up, looking around my surroundings as everything flooded back. I turned to see the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on lying next to me peacefully. Her dark hair cascaded across the sheets, and a small smile played on her kiss swollen lips. My arm was underneath her warm body, but she had moved her head to the pillow sometime during the night.
I didn’t do the morning after bullshit. I was always out before sleeping could happen. For her, however, I could do it over and over again just to see her like this. Like an angel sent to me.
The blankets drifted down her body, displaying one of her breasts, her pink nipple calling my name. She needed a fantastic wakeup call. Good thing I was up for the job.
I moved my arm carefully, not wanting to wake her just yet. Then I pulled the blankets down to expose the rest of her beautiful body: pert, full, voluptuous tits and curves that went on for miles. What was really calling me was a taste of her pussy. I needed it. I could smell her, and it was breakfast time, after all.
As I carefully pushed down on her hip, lying her flat on the bed, she didn’t so much as stir. I spread her legs wide, seeing the lips of her pussy glistening with moisture. I licked my lips, already tasting her on them. I knelt down closer, breathing her in, and the smell this close made my dick as hard as stone.
With her legs spread, I swiped one large lick then closed my mouth, swallowing her, embedding her flavor in every place of my body. I opened my eyes from the pleasure to see her eyes were still closed. Perfect.
I kissed her pussy as if I were kissing her mouth, each touch of my lips and tongue gentle, allowing her to feel my caress. She wiggled her hips, and her cream flooded my mouth. That was the moment I snapped. My caresses were no longer sweet. I devoured, consumed, annihilated. I ate her pussy like it was my last fucking meal, and she was the only one who could provide it.
Hands gripped my hair as a gasp came from her perfect lips. “Oh. God.”
“Not God, but close.” I continued nibbling on her clit, rolling it around with my teeth, and then nipping her inner lips.
Catarina’s hips moved and rolled before I pulled her to my mouth, stopping her movements. I wanted this. This was for me, not for her, even if she did reap the benefits.
Once she settled, I inserted two fingers and moved them inside her wetness, finding her sweet spot, and then assaulted her clit ravenously. Her hips bucked off the bed, tearing me away from her pussy. A sound escaped her lips somewhere between a wail and a cry, her pussy gripping my fingers like a vise. Before she could fully come down, I rose up, climbing on top of her. Our bodies fully aligned.
I stared into her eyes, watching as a thousand emotions played through them, each one calling me, beckoning me. I rested my hips between her thighs, holding myself up a bit with my knees, not wanting to crush her. Then I moved my forearms to the side of her head, helping to hold me up as I stared.
“You are so beautiful,” I whispered, watching a pink blush creep up her neck into her cheeks.
“You’re pretty hot yourself,” she whispered, staring right back.
Breaking away from her stare, I traced my lips along her jaw and down her neck, stopping for a moment at her pulse point, feeling her rapid heartbeat. When her body shuddered, my tongue darted out, licking a trail up to her earlobe where I nipped and sucked lightly, teasing her ear. Catarina turned her head, giving me better access, the rise and fall of her chest telling me how much I affected her.
My kisses trailed down to her collarbone then between her breasts. Her lips parted as she sucked in air, her hands threading through my hair. I loved every second of it.
Moving down her body, I anchored myself between her thighs, grabbing her breasts and pushing them together. I groaned. They looked like the perfect meal, just for me. I latched on gently at first, giving each one nips, sucks, and licks. Then I became more demanding, sucking her nipples into hard tips.
Catarina’s hands moved to my shoulders as she clutched on, digging her nails into my flesh. I welcomed the pain, welcomed her touch. I moved back up her body, her hands gripping my back, and found her waiting mouth. I devoured her lips, feeling her soften and open for me, fueling my fire. Her hands gripped my arms, clutching me. I pulled away, and her eyes flew open.
“I need you,” she said in a pant.
“God, yes.” I wasted no time finding her entrance. Only, this time, I took painstaking time. I slid into her wet pussy, feeling it try to suck me in faster, but I wouldn’t let it. I wanted this control.
I watched as her eyes lit up when I finally entered fully. I didn’t move, just watched her.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me flush against her body. Her kiss was full of passion and want. She didn’t move her hips; it was as if she was enjoying the moment of our connection, and dammit, I was, too.
I kissed her back with fervor, loving every damn second of it, but then she pulled away in a rush.
“You need to move, Jag. I’m dying here.” She was almost whining, but not quite. It was sultry and addictive, just like her body.
She flipped my switch and I suddenly felt unleashed, thrusting deep and hard, never taking my eyes off her.
“Jag. Shit.” She gripped the sheets with tight fists as I pounded ruthlessly, losing control when I started to shatter into dust on the floor.
I felt my orgasm coming, boiling. I needed her to come.
I moved my palm to her clit and ground it hard. The walls of her pussy clenched, and she set off like a rocket bursting into space. I had no strength to hold back this time as I followed right behind her, crashing into her body in a heap.
The door flew open, and our eyes followed the movement.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” Catarina stilled at the feminine voice. “Shit!” the voice yelled.
“I’m fine, Kiera. Go downstairs. Be there in a bit,” Catarina tried reassuring her, but fuck that. I recognized the name right away as her roommate and Vino’s daughter.
“No, you won’t,” I growled, nipping her ear. I wasn’t anywhere close to done. My dick was still pulsing inside of her. No way she’s leaving.
“Okay, so I’ll be longer than that, but can you at least turn around while he dislodges from me?” Catarina said.
Kiera groaned and I laughed—full-out laughed—as I rolled off her, pulling the blankets up to cover us.
“Well, Mr. Jag, so nice of you to come and spend the night.” Kiera smirked at me then looked at Catarina. “You hussy.”
“Ha. Ha. Ha. So funny.” The conversation between them was quite entertaining.
I placed my hands above my head and enjoyed the show.
“I was wondering who the big burly men were with Scraper and Dune.”
“Hulk and Blondie?”
I burst out laughing at Catarina’s names for them. That shit was too funny. I was learning she had a killer sense of humor, and I couldn’t wait to rub it in to the guys.
“You named them?” I asked. Catarina shrugged. “Why?”
“Kiera and I name them all. It helps us remember,” Catarina answered flippantly.
“So I take it you’re busy for the day?” Kiera asked with a wink.
I grinned. Fuck yeah, she was.
“For a while. I have stuff to do later.”
Yeah, right. I wasn’t letting her ass away from me. “She’s busy. I’ll let her out tomorrow morning for work. Maybe.”
Catarina glared at me, and it was sexy as hell, only making my craving for her deepen. That fire raged inside of her and I was ready to get burned.
“You’ll let me?” Her eyebrow quirked in challenge. “Let me tell—” I cut her words off with another searing kiss that instantly shut down whatever thoughts were rolling around in her head.
“I’ll just see ya later. Bye,” Kiera laughed, closing the door.
I didn’t acknowledge her, but continued kissing Catarina. Personally, I had always seen kissing as a means to get my dick wet, but with her, I could kiss her all fucking day and not move. It was nearly as good as fucking her.
***
It was amazing how time flew when you were having fun. I had spent the entire morning buried inside Catarina’s warm body, and there was no other place I would rather be. Not only that, we talked. My assumption of her spit fire personality was dead on and I could completely see why Catarina’s family kept a close eye on her. Her personality was like no other I’d seen in a woman, tough on the outside, yet witty and sensual on the inside. A deadly combination.
As she slept soundly next to me, I reluctantly looked over at the clock. Two thirty-seven in the afternoon. Shit. I needed to check in with the boys. They were probably shitting themselves by now, but they knew better than to bother me unless someone was dying.
I rolled slowly out from under the warmth of her body and quickly threw my clothes on. Leaving the room, I took one more glance at the woman tangled in the sheets then smiled. That sight right there was something I could get used to.
Walking down the hall and then the stairs, I went toward the sound of voices. Dan’s—aka Hulk—Brett’s—aka Blondie—Scraper’s, and Dune’s heads all turned as I entered the room, their voices halting with my presence. Dan was the first to smirk.
“What the fuck you smirking at, Hulk?”
Laughter and spit from the left had me instantly turning. Kiera had her hand over her mouth, trying to catch the remnants of whatever was inside from her laughter. I walked over and tossed a towel her way, relaxing a bit.
“Who the fuck is Hulk?” Dan grunted.
“You, asshole. It’s what Catarina calls you.”
He shrugged, not looking disappointed. “I can handle that shit.” He pointed at Brett. “What about him?”
“Blondie.”
“Original,” Dan said, and Brett grunted his response.
“You all right, girl?” I asked, approaching Kiera.
She wiped her face and calmed her laughter enough to talk, breathing heavily as she did. “Yeah. Just didn’t expect you to repeat it so you caught me off guard. How’s Rina?”
Rina—I liked it. It was different, unique, just like her.
“In bed, asleep.” I smirked, damn pleased with myself for sucking every bit of energy out of that woman. She needed to sleep so I could do it again and again...
“You do realize she never sleeps in, like, ever. We can be out till three in the morning, and she’s still up by six.” She eyed me, those sparkling hazel eyes telling me she wanted to say a lot more yet refrained.
“We had a lot to do,” I answered.
“You sure did. I could hear her screams from my room … on the other side of the property!” She laughed, throwing her head back, and I instantly liked the woman. Not the same way as Catarina, but Kiera was definitely not on the shit list.
“What can I say?” I shrugged. “You got any coffee?”
She raised her eyebrows in question. “It’s the middle of the afternoon.”
“And your point is?” I never lost eye contact with her. I could tell she was trying to read me, and I wasn’t sure what she saw, but the wheels inside her head were turning fast. She really didn’t want to see what hid behind my eyes. Even growing up in this world, it was likely to scare the shit out of her.
She must have seen something that appeased her because she finally blinked then turned to the pot I now noticed on the counter. “I’ll get ya some.”
“Thank you. Kiera, do you have a place for us to talk?” I asked her, implying myself, Dan, and Brett.
She didn’t take her attention away from the coffee pot. “You can talk right there.”
“No, I need somewhere to talk.” I emphasized the word in hopes she understood without me having to spell anything out for her. I would rather tell Catarina my position in this organization first, if and when that happened.
“Ahh.” She turned around with a steaming cup of black brew and handed it to me. “Cream or sugar?”
“No. Black, please. Thanks.” I looked over at the guys who weren’t saying a word. Even Scraper and Dune were showing their respect.
“Dune can take you back to the rush,” Kiera said.
“The rush?” I looked to the guys for help, and the only ones who seemed to know what the hell it was were Dune and Scraper. Go figure.
“It’s a safe room. No one can hear your conversations, and there are no cameras like we have throughout the rest of the house, including Rina’s room.” Kiera coughed. Fuck, in her room? Dammit. She continued, “Phone reception inside is shit, but it’s as private as you can get.”
“Your fathers built this place for you two?” Knowing them, they built it for themselves, too. If I had daughters who looked like these two, I would have their asses under lock and key, as well.
“Dad and Uncle Sal designed it together. I’m pretty sure our moms helped because they can’t pick colors to save their lives. Dune.” Kiera cut me off from any other questions.
Dune stood while I eyed her. Just as I was about to speak, I snapped it shut. Something in her stance made me do so.
“Hulk, Blondie, let’s go.”
The guys groaned behind me.
“Come on, boss. Why you gotta call us that shit?”
“It’s funny,” I answered as we followed Dune down the elaborate hallway. The closer we got to ‘the rush,’ the darker it became, windows disappearing with only soft lighting lining the path.
The names really did fit them, but I would only call them that to get under their skin since it worked so well. I had learned life could be taken from you in a snap. My father was swiped away from me, leaving a very deep gap inside me. I would be damned if I lived my life not laughing. Some mistook my laughter for camaraderie, though. They got too comfortable with me and thought we were friends and that I was weak. I was anything but. I refused to be. It was not what my dad had taught me.
“For you,” they both grumbled as we walked into the room.
Sure as shit, the room was definitely a safe room, one of the best I had seen. I had something similar in my house, but not to this degree. Cell reception was still viable and computers were available in mine. Not here. There was nothing except a table and chairs.
“You need anything else?” Dune asked, holding the knob to the door.
“No. We’re good.”
He nodded, shutting the door with a click, leaving us to our solitude.
I took a seat at the head of the table and commanded, “What’s the run down?”
The boys sat next to me, one on each side, and began their spiels about production, shipping, and payment. For once, while I had been gone, it seemed like everything had stayed exactly the way it should, at least with that shit.
My number two, Diego, had been holding the operation together, exactly the way I liked. When I had left California, I had made sure everything was in place, even gave contingency plans in case of problems. Diego’s smart, but I ran the show. Everything went through me. Everyone went through me. It was the only way I could keep complete control and knowledge.
I didn’t get to be the boss’s right hand in an organization where my last name wasn’t the same as the founders by stroking my dick and not taking care of shit. I also didn’t kid myself into believing everything couldn’t change in an instant. It was why I kept any knowledge of my surroundings on point. What I didn’t plan on was the voluptuous, dark-haired raven asleep upstairs throwing me a curveball.
“Anything about Antonio?” I hated even saying that fucker’s name. After one night with Catarina, I wanted to rip him apart all over again. How could a man be so fucking stupid? His loss was my gain, though, and he had better stay the fuck away from her if he wanted to live.
“Nothing new since last night,” Dan stated.
“The big one, Zan; what do you have for me?” Dan and Brett were under strict instructions after my meeting with Vino and Sal to find out everything there was to know about my beloved uncle. Even though tabs were kept on him, he obviously had been getting away with too much.
“Zan’s in California.” Those words stopped me in my tracks. Why the fuck was he there when he had product to distribute here?
“Go on,” I commanded.
“Vinny was at the club, and Zan sidled up to him. From Vinny’s view, Zan asked him to join his operation as top ranking ten. Vinny told him to eat shit and leave.” I knew I liked that fucking kid.
Only five years younger than me, he’d had a rough life growing up, but he had kept proving his ass to me over and over again. As one of my enforcers, he had proven on countless occasions that he was a good man.
“So he went all the way to California to start recruiting my guys?” Anger boiled in my veins, but I kept a tight leash on it.
“That’s what it looks like,” Brett stated, clutching his hands into fists on the top of the table.
“I’ll deal with him.”
Dan and Brett didn’t say a word, but there were questions in their eyes, but I didn’t have to answer fucking shit. I needed to call Diego first thing and get men on Zan.
“Anything else?”
“We still on schedule to leave in a couple days?” Dan might be a fucking Hulk, as Catarina would put it, but he still knew his place, and the sheepishness in his voice with his question proved it.
“We’ll see.”
They nodded.
The thought of leaving Catarina didn’t sit right with me one bit, but not dealing with Zan was a bigger deal in the family business.
“When we talk, we talk in here, got it?” I pointed to the table so they understood nothing was to be said out of the rush. I didn’t need either Catarina or Kiera hearing about business.
“Sure thing, boss.”
I set off to slide back into heaven. I didn’t know how long I would have her, so I needed to soak up every damn second I could. Leaving would be a bitch.