As his phone vibrated in his pocket, Jesus Vega glanced at the woman sitting next to him in the car.
She stared down at his crotch, knowing full well that was where his phone was and grinned, nastily.
“You’d better get that, brother.” She sneered. “Leave it much longer and the excitement may have you making a mess in your pants.”
Jesus bit back the name he wanted to call her, and smiled instead.
“Just one of my ladies, hoping to get some Jesus loving tonight, I expect.” He winked, pulling his phone out and connecting the call. “Hey, baby. What you calling me now for? You know I’m tied up with family business.”
“Yeah, baby, I do know that!” The deep voice of DJ, his right-hand man was low, as though he already knew that Jesus was sitting closer to Lucky than he would’ve liked. “But I got some good news that you might want to hear, too.”
“What you say? You gonna talk dirty to me here and now?” Jesus clucked his tongue. “Do you know how inappropriate that is, baby? My sister-in-law is sitting not a foot from me! That’s just not right!”
“Yeah, well, I found someone who can do the job for us. They’ve got an interest on the outside that we need to take care of, financially, but once they get word that we done right by them, the job can be carried out within twenty-four hours. Are you cool to pay two hundred and fifty grand into an offshore account tonight?”
“Aww, sugar, you know I always deliver as promised.” Jesus grinned. “I’m not sure that I’ll be able to come through tonight, as the families’ plans are… well, let’s just call them ‘fluid’ at the moment. But maybe in a day or two, we’ll be able to get down and do that thing. Y’know what I mean?”
“She’s stalling over killing the Russian?” DJ snorted a laugh. “After shooting her girlfriend in such a fit of rage over her poor papa’s death, she’s getting cold feet now? That’s fucking hilarious!”
“Now, you know it ain’t like that, not really.” Jesus crooned, like he was talking to a favourite girlfriend. “But you know the time and the place got to be right. You gotta have the moonlight, the background… all that shit gotta be right, y’know? You and me? We’re gonna hit it real good, but we can’t rush it, baby. You know that!”
“Well, I guess I’m finding that out.” DJ chuckled somewhere deep in his cavernous chest. “Well, as long as you’re cool with the plan, I can pay the money for you. I know you’re good for it. I’ll make the call to set things in motion down there. Are you gonna take care of things where you are personally, or have you got someone in mind to do it for you?”
“Y’know, I don’t normally find it necessary to take care of things myself, although if the circumstances are right, it can be so fucking satisfying!” Jesus chuckled, noting the way Lucky shuddered in disgust as she turned away from him to stare out of the window.
“Man, you’d better stop talking like that!” DJ laughed. “I’m getting a fucking boner just listening to you!”
“Oh, that’s not what I want to hear, sugar. Anyway, I want you to be close by, so we can celebrate a successful business operation.” He smiled, knowing Lucky was hanging on his every word. “Once we take care of business here, I think I’ll take a few days to connect with a few friends and have some fun. If you want to be part of that, you just know how to come through for me, don’t you?”
“You mean once we install you as the new and improved head of the Vega family, you’ll need to cement your alliances with the other families?” DJ snorted. “Oh, I got you, cousin. And you know I’m on board with everything you got planned. I’m just pissed that it’s taken nearly eight years to get us to this position.”
“Aah, baby.” Jesus smiled. “All good things come to those who wait.”
“Well, we’ve waited long enough.” DJ insisted. “Do you need me to join you in Philly, to watch your back? I can be there in around twelve hours.”
“Yeah, that would be good.” Jesus nodded. “I really can’t wait to see you baby. You know you do things for me that nobody else ever does.”
“Fucking hell, Jesus!” DJ groaned. “I told you, stop saying that kind of shit to me! I’m hearing your voice, but picturing Salma Hayek saying the words, and my balls are about to fucking explode, man!”
Jesus couldn’t help but laugh.
“Maybe you need to go and have a cold shower, to get yourself under control.” He snorted. “We’ll make sure we both get what we need in a few days, when business has been taken care of, and you and I have a chance to party hard.”
“Yeah, that sounds pretty damn good.” DJ agreed. “Kiss the Widow-maker for me. Give her my love!”
“Yeah, I’ll do just that!” Jesus laughed, disconnecting the call.
“You really are disgusting when it comes to your women, Jesus.” Lucky drawled, without even turning her head away from the window. “Did you ever meet a woman you didn’t want to fuck?”
Jesus gave his sister-in-law a hard stare, looking her over from head to toe.
“Yeah, I did.” He smiled behind her back. “But just the one.”