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Not when she had Maite dicking her down; the whole reason it had been so easy to get her to come along.
She stood next to us now, absorbing the whole exchange before Manuel took us further into the room, offering us seats. Before we could take them though, Trinidad herself was at the doorway to the office, halfway out of breath, and there was only one person in this roomshehad eyes for.
It couldn’t be more obvious—to me, at least. Manuel went to his wife, snaking a hand through her thick waves of hair as he pulled her close. Maybe he was too used to her indifference because he didn’t seem to notice the pure heat exchange happening between the two women.
She submitted to being kissed by him, but couldn’t step away fast enough, getting as close to Maite as she could without raising suspicion.
“I’m Trinidad,” she said, offering a hand to Maite, who smirked as she took it.
“Maite, nice to meet you.”
Clearly, they hadn’t spoken ahead of this.
Thewhat the hell are you doing herewas apparent in Trinidad’s eyes before she forced herself to look at me. “Tatiana.How are you?” she asked, slipping her hand away from Maite to greet me with a hug. “I’m sure Manuel has forgotten his manners, getting straight to business, not giving me a chance to meet and greet our guests. Do you need anything? Something to eat? Something to drink?”
“They’re fine!” Manuel grunted at Trinidad, who made a quick point of putting some distance between us.
Huh.
Maybe Manuel wasn’t as oblivious as I thought.
I forced a smile on my face as I reached over to pinch Maite, warning her to fix her damn face—her expression had done something crazy when Manuel spoke.
“You’re alwayssucha gracious host, Trin, but no thank you, we’re fine,” I told her, trying to pull this tension together before it had a chance to go left. “We can actually keep this brief, Manuel,” I told him. “We just wanted to offer you the respect and courtesy of talking to you about a certain… issue… in person.”
He held up a hand, then looked to his wife. “Leave us. And close the damned door.”
Beside me, Maite shifted, and I pinched her again, trying to get her to fix her damn face as Trinidad slipped out the door. Once she was gone, we finally took our seats in front of Manuel’s desk.
“Pardon the interruption,” he grunted, shaking his head. “Tell me, what is this issue thePredatorshave sent women to discuss with me?”
This time, Maite pinchedme.
I quickly schooled my expression into something more neutral than I felt about his little jab, in favor of getting straight to business. “TheMarauders,” I said, folding my hands together in my lap. “You know what they did.”
“Do I?” he asked, eyebrows raised as he feigned ignorance.
“You know what they’re incriminated in, a fucking massacre,” I said, rolling my eyes when he cringed.
“Mi amor,language—”
“Oh fuck off, Manuel,” I replied, over the faux politeness. “Let’s get to business. Somebody is going to answer for the slaughter of our members, and all fingers point to their club. Am I wrong?”
Manuel sat back in his chair, arms crossed, and shook his head. “No.”
“Okay then. As far aswe’reconcerned, there’s only one acceptable answer. Blood for blood. That’s what we live by, all of us,” I said, making it plain.Remindinghim. “We just want to make sure that in doing that, we’re not stepping onyourtoes.”
Manuel frowned, sitting up. “Do you think we are their hired help or something?” he asked, coming with unnecessary aggression.
I wouldn’t play into it, so I shook my head. “Of course not. But youaretheir supplier. If we take them down, it’s a potential disruption to your business.”
Manuel’s chin lifted. “I had not thought about that.”
Yes he had.
If we caused an issue in their supply chain, they would show up at our door without question, expecting some sort of restitution. He was counting on us not considering that shit, so he would have a reason to have a problem.
I wasn’t fucking stupid.
