“Gracias,” Fuentes hums, staring at her boobs.
She smiles at Fuentes and walks away.
Fuentes pours the drinks, and he hands me a glass of vodka.
“Someone is fucking with us, and I don’t like it. The bastardos want us apart, but I don’t know who knows about our alliance,” Fuentes hums, taking a drink.
“Bastardos, as in bastards?”
“Si.”
“Da. Fuck, that could be the case, but I’m going to look for the motherfucker that’s fucking with us,” I hiss, taking a drink of the vodka.
“Si, we need to get to the bottom of this,” Fuentes says, grabbing a chip
He dips it into the salsa and takes a bite, nodding.
“This shit is good, try it, Kravtsov.”
“Da.”
I grab some chips and dip them in the salsa. The shit is fucking hot, but I like it. My mouth is on fire, fuck.
The cell phone beeps, and Fuentes pulls it out of his suit jacket pocket. He looks at the message and grinds his molars.
“I got to go; the Boss is calling. Stay and enjoy the club. I’m sending you the code to the room I have here in the club in case you need it,” Fuentes smirks, sliding his fingers over the screen.
My cell beeps, and I look at it.
“Got it.”
“The room is located on this floor. Go through that door in the corner, down the hall to the last door.”
“Thanks.”
“Si, no worries. So, keep me in the loop,” Fuentes says, looking at me and raising his brow.
“Da, I’m going to keep you close,” I huff.
I lean forward, taking a taco from the plate full of tacos the barista has placed on the table.
“Later,” Fuentes says, sliding out of the booth. He stands for a minute to adjust his suit jacket and walks away.
I look around the club and lean back into the booth, enjoying the food.
I take a drink and set the glass on the table. I look at the dance floor, and then I see her, the angel from the hospital.
Georgina.
I will never forget her or her name. And she’s here, dancing with her friends.
Da, I got her.
I take a sip of my drink, watching Georgina dance. She moves so damn sensual, moving to the beat of the Mexican music; her long, dark silky, shiny hair swings around her ass with every movement. I look at her tight body; she has some curves in all the right places.
I shift and slide my hand to adjust my hard, aching cock. It’s fucking incredible how worked up she has me.
I’m going to talk to her and get her number, but I really want her. I want her under me, yelling my name as I sink deep inside her.
