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“Who you bought to fuck over Don Belucci, not to festoon in roses and cum.”
My phone rings. I pull it out and answer. “Mila.”
“I’m on my way back.”
“Where are you?”
“In a cab. I got dropped off at the diner but I’m coming to yours.”
“What happened?”
“I’ll explain when I get there.”
The line goes dead. “Well?” Igor asks. “What did she say?”
“She sounded strange. Something’s up but I don’t know what.”
He shrugs. “Women, they have ups and downs. Better off sticking with your right hand if you ask me.”
“I didn’t. Go check the security arrangements. I want everything ready for when Diego gets here.”
“Will do.”
He walks away. I look across the lawn at the wall where the Mexicans attacked last time. It’s now covered in razor wire with cameras on poles covering every angle.
No one will get in unless I let them. Diego should be coming in the front door if the plan works like it’s meant to.
After that, I’m going to keep Mila for good. I came to that conclusion after dropping her off at the diner. It hurts to have her out of my sight.
Another new feeling. I need her near me. I need to trust her. I can’t spend my entire life trusting no one. I’ll end up dying alone, living alone, being alone.
She’s giving me a child. She deserves a lifetime of worship for that fact alone. Plus, she’s not run from me. I know what I am. A monster.
Yet, she has hung around, put up with me, fought back despite the risk to herself. I admire her ability to stand up for herself. Hell, maybe I love her for it.
I’m preparing everything in the library when she arrives. She walks in looking guilty, like she’s got something she’s hiding from me.
“What happened?” I ask, pointing to the armchair, taking note of the wooden box in her hand.
She sets the box down on her lap when she sits down. “We need to talk,” she says.
“Did he agree to come here?”
“Not quite but I’m sure he will.”
“When?”
“Soon.”
“Then you did your job. What’s in the box?”
“Something for you.” She opens the lid and lifts out a bottle of Polar Bear vodka.
“Where did you get that from?”
“That’s what we need to talk about.” She looks on the verge of tears.
I walk over and lift her to her feet, taking her hands in mine. “Something is troubling you. What is it?”
