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…Or without me.
“I’m not big on letting inexperienced kids travel along for things like this.” His tone is full of condescension, and I’m about to argue when he continues, “I see so much of your father in you, and with time and training, I can fully see you being as instrumental as him.”
I’m in awe of the respect he has for a man who I remember so little about.
“Sofia told me you’ve already proven yourself tonight, but I need to know if this is the life you want for yourself. I can make tonight go away. You can walk down those steps and return to campus, back to a normal life. Or you can stay, fuck some shit up in Argentina, and spend the rest of your life wondering if someone has a gun aimed at the back of your head.”
I swallow hard at the implication of his offer, as he forces me to look at what a life with Sofia would truly be like. Staring over the seat backs, I watch her take a seat on a leather couch as I quickly mull over my decision.
But there isn’t one.
There’s nothing to think about.
“You told me not to leave her side.” I continue to stare past him at Sofia as I speak. “I’ve made the same vow to her. If loving her and keeping her safe means a lifetime of death threats and dead bodies, then so be it.”
“Fuck, you’re exactly like your father.” The corner of his mouth ticks up as he reassuringly squeezes my shoulder. Letting go, he gives me a light pat on the back as I pass him and walk toward Sofia.”
“I recommend everyone gets some sleep,” Andres grumbles as he reclines his seat. “I’ve already pulled some strings and made arrangements for us to get into Penetenciaria de San Juan first thing in the morning.
* * *
The plane touching down on the runway and Sofia jostling in my arm jars me from my sleep. She shifts her weight, and I am suddenly well aware of my morning wood.
“Is that for me, sugar?” she whispers quietly.
“It sure as fuck isn’t for either of them,” I quip, equally as quiet.
“I’m not big on an audience.” She drags her fingers lightly over the unmistakable bulge in my sweatpants. “You’re going to have to try to contain that thing until later.”
“Yeah, definitely keep your cock in your pants.” Andres words are groggy as rubs the sleep from his eyes.
“For now.” Sophia winks.
“Andres and I both have some spare clothes stowed in the overheads.” He gestures toward the cabinet above my head, “See what fits. Dressed like that, they’re going to think you’re one of the inmates.
“For fuck’s sake,” Andres huffs. “I just told him to keep his cock in his pants and now you’re offering him a reason to whip it out.”
I unsuccessfully try to stifle my laugh as I look at the tags on the clothes. The entire time I’ve been at Marcano Enterprises, I was quite certain the two of them had a stick up their ass. Outside of the office, with a gun in their hands, they’re like two entirely different people.
Finding some pants and a dress shirt in my size, I excuse myself to the small lavatory to change. I quickly pull on the navy dress pants and crisp, white button-up shirt. As I finish sliding a pair of dress shoes on my feet, the plane finishes taxiing and comes to a stop.
I take a moment to fold my dirty clothes, laying them neatly on the bathroom vanity to grab later. I lift the pistol from beside my discarded clothes and tuck it into my pants as I look at myself in the mirror.
If nothing else, I fucking look the part now.
twenty nine
SOFIA
Andres made quick—and reckless—work of getting us from the airfield to the prison. We all know it’s not exactly safe for me to be out in the streets where I can be seen.
Who knows how widespread my father’s hit is.
We park the rusted, and inconspicuous, Jeep in the guard’s lot. As we are all climbing out a middle-aged man in a guard’s uniform approaches us. All four of us are reaching for weapons when he says, “Señor Ramirez?”
“Si,” Andres answers him, and they continue to exchange words.
The guard looks nervous as hell. Sweat beads his temples, and his eyes continue to dart around the parking lot to ensure that no one sees him with the four of us.
