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She heard him sigh. Was it from relief? She couldn’t tell.
“Me, too,” he finally said.
“Can I ask why yet?”
“Not yet. Please.”
CHAPTER 11
Justin made his presenceknown by walking in and asking, “What the fuck, Cade?”
It was just after 5 and Katrina was still there, her eyes widened as she tried to tell Justin to keep quiet, Lorenzo had fallen asleep.
“Huh uh. This has been bugging me. Wake up, sleepyhead, and tell me how fucking long this bar has been opened this close, and why the fuck didn’t you reach out before? You were my best fucking friend. You bailed on me as much as you did Trina.”
“Hmm?” was Lorenzo’s reply as he shifted in his bed.
“Cade’s. Just tell me how long you’ve had this bar.”
“I acquired it just over two years ago.” Lorenzo’s voice was just above a mumble, and Katrina stood to face her brother.
“Would you please keep it down?”
“Maybe I don’t want to.”
“Not really caring at this point, Justin.”
“Same. So, what about it, Cade?” Justin took the chair Katrina had occupied and sat with his knees wide, elbows upon them. “I’m really angry with you right now.”
“No shit,” Lorenzo deadpanned before reaching for his water. He took a sip then set it back on the table. “I don’t do a lot of advertising, but I thought...” His voice trailed off as his eyes drifted to Katrina before resting on Justin. “I thought maybe I would be found.”
Katrina’s mouth formed an O as she rested her fingertips on her lips.
“That was a dick move. We should have been there, Trina and me. And Judith.”
“I can’t believe you married Judith, dude.”
“She can’t believe she married me most days. But c’mon...please.”
Lorenzo shook his head. “The bar kinda happened. I’d been working restoring the place for its previous owner, and he died. He left the building to me, and I pieced together Cade’s.” He shrugged. “Just like I wanted to. Martinez...he said he knew my old man, that he’d died when I was young. I had no fucking clue, just thought he didn’t want me. And I’d been an orphan.”
“That fucking sucks, man,” Justin said quietly.
“Yeah, my old man, he was in a gang. Guess that’s why my mom left him. And he got caught up in a drive by shooting around the time that I was being passed around foster homes. Enrique Valenzuela, that was his name. Did you know that wasn’t even on my birth certificate?”
