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“Lincoln and I are thinking of buying them,” he said, like he was talking about buying a TV.
“What?” I said in shock. “For how much?”
I knew he was rich, but it never occurred to me that he was rich enough to buy a fucking hockey team.
“They wanted six hundred million at first,” he said, taking a sip of his beer. “But Lincoln and I drew a hard line at four hundred. The team has gone to shit, the coaching is abysmal, and they are in debt. If they don’t find a buyer they are going bankrupt.”
“Then why buy the team if everything is so bad?”
“Lincoln thinks they have potential. If we do a complete overhaul in about two years we can start seeing decent returns,” he said, looking over the food. “I honestly have always enjoyed sports and why not own a team.”
He shrugged like that was a normal thing to want.
“I think that every rich boy's fantasy is to own their own team,” Noemi said, putting food on a plate.
“I actually didn’t grow up rich,” Vincent said, looking up at Noemi. “My mother was the youngest of five. Her parents died, she got married young and while they fled to northern Mexico to run from gangs in the south, my father died. We grew up in Ciudad Juarez until my mother was able to get a green card. She worked two jobs until she met my stepfather when I was ten.”
“Wow, I didn’t know,” Noemi said, looking sheepish. “I didn’t mean…”
“It’s ok, Princesa.” He smiled at her as he finished getting some food and we sat down at a round couch with a coffee table in the middle. “I might not have had the best first ten years, but I owe everything to my stepfather and my mother. They gave me the best after they got married and I made sure I threw everything into learning. I worked through all of high school and made my first investment when I was nineteen. It paid off tremendously and then I went into real estate.”
“Wow. That’s great,” I said, genuinely proud of him.
“That is amazing. My grandmother fled to America for a better life. My parents grew up by the border until they were able to move. I think that’s amazing your mom did it alone,” Noemi said. “That’s not easy.”
“She was amazing.” Vincent smiled. “We lost her two years ago to cancer. Not even all my money could save her.”
My stomach dropped at what he said as I glanced at Noemi who got up to hug Vincent. He was stiff for a moment before he melted into her hug.
“I’m so sorry, Vincent.” I heard her whisper.
“It’s ok, Princesa,” he said, rubbing her back.
“I lost my parents in a car crash before I went into high school,” she said, trying to pull away but he sat her down on his lap. “It’s hard to lose a parent.”
I watched them have their moment wanting to say something, but I didn’t know what. My parents were very much alive, but we did not have any contact because they were selfish assholes who thought my sexuality was up for debate.
“Noemi! Hey girl!”
A familiar voice brought my attention to the door to the suite.
“Chingada madre,” Vincent said quietly.
“Oh no,” Noemi said, making me feel uneasy.
“Vincent, I thought you were coming alone.” Lincoln Valbuena walked in with Lola and Gabriel. “And here you are with my assistant and Easton.”
He narrowed his eyes on Vincent, then glanced at Noemi who looked extremely uncomfortable. Lola went straight to Noemi pulling her in for a hug.
“I thought I asked you to?—”
“Hey, it's nice to see you again, Easton.” Gabriel interrupted Lincoln, giving him a look before he extended his hand and I shook it.
“Hey, it's good to see you too,” I said, shaking his hand, glancing at Lincoln and Vincent.
“I know you said not to but I met her outside of your office and we hit it off.” Vincent sounded defensive.
“So, this is why you didn’t want to tell me anything when I was at your office,” Lincoln snapped. “I hope this doesn’t interfere with her work. Lola really likes her, she’s been helping her out with stuff for the baby. I don’t want to jeopardize their friendship because you couldn’t keep it in your pants.”
