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I could remember wanting a brother when I was a child. I was so over it.
Chapter Ten
Greta
“My contact tells me the delivery was a success,” Domínguez said, smiling approvingly from where he sat across from Deo at the same outdoor table on the same patio where we’d sat not long ago.
“Of course,” Deo said, nodding.
Apparently, Deo handling that run for thecapoentitled little, old me to be privy to their business prattle. I was probably supposed to feel honored. Really, I just wanted to see Leeri and get the hell out of here.
Domínguez looked to the man sitting next to him who then withdrew a thick envelope from inside his jacket and held it out to Deo.
Vito took the envelope and tucked it inside his jacket without counting it.
I wasn’t quite sure when the unwritten law came down that dictatedcaposand bigshot mafiosos never handled money transactions themselves, but apparently, it was a thing. I guess handling money was supposed to be beneath them or something, but they sure as hell didn’t have a problem spending it.
“A trusting man,” Domínguez observed.
Deo shrugged. “I trust greed. And greed dictates it wouldn’t benefit you to shortchange me now when we have such a lucrative future on the horizon.”
“Bueno, mi amigo.”
Ugh. Whatever.The only future Javier Domínguez had on the horizon was a one-way trip to hell.
But in the meantime, where the hell was Brute’s sister?
I fought the urge to look around. This little face-to-face meeting wasn’t going to last much longer. We’d kind of been counting on thecapo’sgirlfriend whisking me away when the conversation turned to business.
Why, oh why, couldn’t the big, bad villains just do what they were supposed to do?
Domínguez sat up straighter and cleared his throat. “The shipment we discussed will be ready in three days’ time. Passage on the Ascanios’ cargo ship has already been arranged.”
“I trust the port authority here won’t be a problem,” Deo said, not quite phrasing it like a question.
Domínguez shook his head. “There will be no issues on my end…”
Deo nodded. “Bene.”
No, it wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all. Now, there was nothing left to discuss here. We really needed to work on Deo’s improv skills.
But just as Domínguez shifted in his seat like he was getting ready to stand up, the same patio doors as before opened and the dark-haired, pretty woman stepped out.
I think every cell in my body sighed, but I covered it up with a moderately-enthusiastic grin—couldn’t risk showing too much enthusiasm for a woman who’d come across as cuddly as a cactus.
“Buenas tardes, Valeria. ¿Cómo estás?” I called, waving just enough to draw attention to the ink.
The woman smiled tightly back as she made her way toward the table.
“Estoy bien, gracias.” She eyed me a little strangely. We’d spoken entirely in English the last time I was here. Not really sure the change was going to do a damn thing to lead her in the right direction. Couldn’t hurt, though.
Her gaze flickered to the ink on my arm, right before she leaned down and kissed Domínguez.
God, I hoped Freya had gotten the message right. The smile that made Valeria’s lips quirk said maybe not.
Shit.I didn’t even want to guess at the thousand and one possibilities of how the message could have gone wrong. “I can hump” instead of “I can help” jumped to mind… which was true enough, but probably not helpful in this situation.
“I’m afraid there isn’t much time for a visit today,mi vida,” Domínguez said, shaking his head.
