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“You better hope you're right.”
“Relax, hermano, I'm always right. Besides, this should increase sales for you. No one who bought this last batch from any of his dealers will ever trust them again. And those dealers will never trust the place it came from. They will be looking elsewhere soon enough.”
Angel sighs loudly into the phone. “You better know what you're doing.”
“I always do.”
It was usually true, but lately when it came to Mateo, there were times he made me feel I didn't know my head from my ass. Maybe seeing him before work wasn't the best idea. I got more satisfaction watching him come than I did coming with any of the people I've hooked up with over the last few years. It was a beautiful sight, but watching his father's face at the end of all this will be glorious.
Eleven
Mateo
The sun is blinding when I walk out of one of the clubs we own. We are losing profits on this location and my father thinks someone is stealing from him. Everything added up and nothing appears to be missing. People just aren't coming in the way they used to. The lines are no longer pouring out the doors the way they were before the Italians opened a club across the way. I have a feeling there was more going on than that. I head for my car and my pocket vibrates. I ignore it the first time and continue across the street. When it vibrates again, I grab it from my pocket and hold it up to my ear.
“Hola?”
“Mateo?” The noise in the background is so loud, I can barely make out the sound of the man's voice.
“Yes?”
“Don't get in your car.”
“What?” I look around and when I check the screen, the sun's glare gets in the way of me seeing the number clearly.
I place the phone back to my ear as soon as the voice says, “I said, don't get in your car.” He's loud and clear now. Father. Why is he calling from an unrecognizable number?
“Why not? What's going on?”
My father's breathing is heavy. “Where are you?”
“At Paradise.”
“Go back inside the club and wait for me.”
“Why? What's going on?”
“Will you, for once, stop defying me and do what you're told?” His tone grows more irritated.
I sigh, wondering who my father and Santiago pissed off this time.
“What did you do this time?”
“It's not what I did. It's what some fucker did during the last shipment. I just received a threatening call about my son reaching me in a million pieces. Are you going inside?”
“Yes, but my driver is getting in the car.”
“You're still outside?”
“Yes, Father. I'm staring at the car with the driver now inside it.”
“Run!”
“What?”
“I said, get the fuck out of there now. God dammit, Mateo!”
I drop the phone with widening eyes and haul ass to the other side of the street. The engine starts and a huge flash of yellow and red surrounds me, sending me flying toward the club doors. The noise is so loud from the explosion, all I can hear is ringing in my ears.
