Page 94 of Violent Attraction

This whole fucking conversation is really starting to piss me off. I would rather go back to Isabella’s bed and continue my journey of getting lost in her body.

“You know for a fact that if I run the Muertos, it will never be anything like how Ronaldo does business.” He stabs his desk with his finger, like it did something to him.

I do know that.

If the cartel ever fell into Leo’s lap, he would do whatever is in his power to make the cartel almost nonexistent. His whole life, Leo has wanted to live in a world that didn’t have to do with drugs or weapons. He wanted a normal life for him and his sisters. Now with his marriage, that life is just a little closer to grasping and if that means he has to give up the cartel life to get it, he would.

And if I’m being honest with myself, I would probably be right there next to him if I had the opportunity to walk away.

“I know that but being a second in command and kingpin are two different things. You can say that you won’t do things like your father but when the time comes, things can change.”

He can go into a different mindset.

Fuck, he can become more ruthless than Ronaldo.

Leo’s facial expression is hard. It's like anger and frustration all tied up all nicely into a bow.

“So, you’re not going to help me take him down? You’re just going to call me a narc and be done with it? Not even if it saves Isabella from marrying that asshole?”

It’s at the mention of his sister’s name that I can feel my facial expression get hard.

Just by looking at my best friend I can see that he knows what I’ve been doing with his sister since she was twenty-two.

“You knew?” I raise my eyebrows at him, questioning him.

He looks at me and after about a minute he gives me a nod.

“How?”

“I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at her since we were teenagers. If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t put two and two together until this year, before all this shit started. You guys were always together, and whenever she was around you or talked about you, she had this big smile on her face. It was hard to miss. I was just waiting for you to tell me. Some friend you are.”

By the smirk he gives me I know he’s joking about that last part.

I still apologize. “Sorry. I should have been man enough to at least open up to you.”

“How long has it been going on for?”

“Since the day my dad died. Finally got my head out of my ass until I stuffed it back in a few months ago.”

Leo nods, probably trying to do the math in his head.

“How serious did it get?” He’s about to be really surprised.

I let out a sigh, getting comfortable in my chair. “I was going to propose.”

Leo’s eyes go wide.

“Why didn’t you?”

“I was going to talk to Ronaldo but instead that day he announced the arrangement with the Castros.”

“Well fuck.”

I nod in agreement. Fuck, indeed.

We sit in silence for a few minutes, and I take that time to think about what he asked me to do.

Am I not going to consider helping him take down Ronaldo?