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I should have never agreed back then to pretend to help Thiago deceive Luna into thinking he cheated, even if it came from a place of love and worry for her safety. I’d rather know the truth than being fed bullshit, and I regret my stupidity over the need to please the youngest De Leon.
“It’s nothing serious. All I ask is for complete discretion, please.”
“Discretion?” My café con leche has gone cold, but I take a few deep sips anyway. “Explain.”
“Amberlyn, if I get caught sharing private information…” he trails off, and I understand the implications. Yes, he can lose his job, but I bet a month’s salary that he could give two fucks about that. This is larger than he’s letting on; I’m more intrigued by his reasoning for targeting me.
Is my family being investigated and this is how they get inside?
Am I a key to information on the De Leon dealings?
What are you looking for, Detective?
“And that worries you?”
“Yes.”
“Then so be it. I’ll be prudent.”
15
SHE CAN’T see me, but I’m watching from across the street through the windows. They’re sitting toward the back and beside a tintless glass. It’s a little away from the main door, but in his idiocy, Jaime didn’t pay much mind to the public view.
The again, why would he when his uncle sent two trusted hitmen to guard his prodigies?
This is where it becomes a simple lesson: comfort makes you cocky. Sloppy.
Or he’s tempting me. Trying to draw me out.
The problem with that is—I know how to play this game.
“Where’s the other singao that arrived with you?” The muzzle of my gun digs in deeper into the back of his neck, and his knees scrape against the dirty asphalt when he shifts away. He was easy enough to find, but what he has in size and skill, he lacks in common sense.
This isn’t Cuba or whatever country trained him.
This isn’t a simulator or controlled assignment.
My eyes and ears reach far deeper than this country or the island. One email sharing the photo, and plenty came forward with information. Seems they’ve been enjoying their time here, entertaining whores and gambling, the latter of which comes from casino footage of three establishments within city limits.
“Yo, no hablo ingles.”
“Yes. You do.” Junior, who’s here just to remove the body before going back to his bodyguard duty, hits play on a small recorder from the bar they visited a few nights back. They were all there. Each of these assholes had a role to play, and the owners were more than willing to hand over the footage and erase the rest from their server for a small donation.
That video corroborates the audio Cisco and his brother provided.
“I wouldn’t mind living here one bit,” one man says while another chuckles in the background. You can hear music playing and the occasional cheer from those watching a game on a giant screen above the bar. “Acere, the pussy here alone would be worth the relocation.”
“Amen.” You can hear the clinking of bottles and what sounds like snorting after. “My brother, I never want to go back.”
“Don’t let my uncle hear you say that. He’d take offense.” A feminine voice mingles with theirs for a minute or two, asking if they need another round, which is declined by Jaime.
“Coño, the ass on that one.”
“Stay loyal to me, Pirro, and I’ll make sure you have her and any other woman you want. Anywhere. Anytime.”
“For her, I’d be loyal.”
“And you, Silvio?”
