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“This can be a ‘just because’ gift, then. Am I allowed to give those?”
I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I love you—not because of the car, but because you’re you.”
“I love you too, anjo.” He pressed his lips to mine, kissing me deeply.
When he pulled back, he ran the pad of his thumb over my lips and smirked.
“I thought you’d like to drive it, and I know of this diner on the edge of town with greasy burgers and a fantastic restroom.”
Shaking my head, I couldn’t help but laugh. “I think I need to see this bathroom, and I’d never turn down a good burger.”
He reached in his pocket and retrieved the key, dangling it in front of my face.
“So, why are we still standing here?”
Epilogue-Two
Another year older, but I’d never felt younger.
I sat in an iron wicker chair, stroking the stubble on my chin with my thumb and surveying my backyard.
A BBQ was in full swing, thanks to my lovely wife, and I actually felt content with having way too many motherfuckers in my house.
I watched my Elena, sitting on the edge of the pool with a hotdog in her hand, laughing with her two friends.
My mother was lounging with a margarita in her hand; my father was manning the grill. A few of my falcons sat around conversing at ease, their wives and children nearby.
This, at the end of the day, made everything worth it. The drugs, the killings, the whores…it was all to build this lifestyle and take care of my family.
I could remember clear as day sitting here not so long ago, initiating all I’d worked towards.
I sat in an iron wicker chair, stroking the stubble on my chin with my thumb and studying the two women in front of me.
My brother Elias and our cousin Sergio joined me at the round patio table, indulging in Cobb salads and silently watching the show.
The two women were beautiful, like most of my whores.
It was almost a shame what they had resorted to, selling what had once been supple bodies for money to married men and tourists who made empty promises, and leaving them with nothing but soreness between their legs. The one on the left was actually a regular my father used—Eva Rias, the perfect pawn.
That wasn’t my problem, though. It was, however, a large problem for her, because my mother was no longer tolerant of her presence.
“And neither of you have any idea what this book looks like?”
They shook their heads in unison.
“Speak up.”
“N-no, Patrón, of course not,” the one on the right answered.
I’d asked this question three times, giving each of them ample opportunity to tell the truth. Neither did. And I knew this because the man I’d sent to fuck them was one of my Falcons.
He’d recorded them f
rom the time they sucked his dick as a team to the time they agreed to be informants if he got them out of the city.
They’d claimed to know the location of a book that held invaluable information.
I wished I could say their deaths wouldn’t be personal, but that would be a lie. I didn’t take kindly to anyone threatening my family, my empire, or my money. I also didn’t tolerate duplicity. Loyalty was of utmost importance.
