Page 93 of Violent Attraction
“A sight that only you get to see.” She wiggles her behind a bit.
“Damn fucking right.”
I spread her open and she lets out a moan as soon as my mouth makes contact with her ass.
“Santos!” She yells out but I just smirk again, continuing my attack.
“I’ve told you baby, I’m no saint when I’m fucking you. That’s all the devil side of me coming out to play.
And play I fucking do.
* * *
“You know, whenever you call me in like this, it makes me think I did something bad. That or your father is here.”
I walk into the office that Leo and I share at the warehouse that we have here in Austin and take a seat in the chair in front of him.
Ever since all the shit went down with Emilio, we’ve been conducting all of our work out of Austin. Everything from street level deals to our business with Sterling Chambers’, it’s all handled here. We have a few other warehouses in and out of Austin, but this one is like our home base if you will.
“Maybe you did do something bad.” He says throwing a pen in my direction.
“I doubt it, I’m a fucking angle. Why else would my momma give the name that she did.” I give him a wink that earns me an eyeroll.
“It does have to do with my father though.”
`Right away, I'm on high alert. Anything involving Ronaldo these days has been grim. Leo knows that Ronaldo stopped me from going any further in my torturing of Emilio. And he told me about how he was the one that sent the bastard after Serena.
What Leo doesn’t know is that Emilio killed my father and how I think Ronaldo is involved. Given what he’s about to tell me, he might be knowing that bit of information soon enough.
“What about him?” I lean back in the chair acting as indifferent on the subject as possible.
Leo looks at me for a long minute until he finally lets out a heavy sigh.
“I’m going to help Madden take him down.”
If that’s not a total mind fuck right there, I don’t know what is.
“You’re serious?” for the last few months, Leo has made it his mission to get rid of anyone that has spoken to the federales about cartel business. Shit, we even killed a man that was like a brother to us because he ratted.
Now he’s going to be the narc?
Leo gives me a nod. “With all the shit that he has been pulling recently, the arranged marriage, the shit with Serena, it’s all becoming too much. He’s becoming too obsessed with the notion of power and money. There’s no way of telling what else he will do before he’s put to a stop. For all we know he could be planning to put up Camila for auction so that he could continue to have the best coke.”
I want to punch Leo for even throwing that thought out into the world. Nothing like that will ever happen.
“So, you becoming a narc is the way to go?” Am I pissed that he’s doing this?
Abso-fucking-lutely.
If he talks, he could say the wrong thing and not only bring Ronaldo down, but all of us down with him.
Ronaldo Morales isn’t the only one that has committed crimes against the United States.
You want to know how many kilos of drugs I’ve smuggled through the borders of this country? A shit ton. Past the millions mark for sure.
“I made a deal with Madden. I talk and give him everything he needs, and he leaves us and our men out of it. The Muertos won’t be taken down.” He sounds so sure.
“And then what? Ronaldo get put away and you become king?”