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She shrugs. “If you can’t fuck the asshole, might as well become the asshole.”
“I’ve done both.”
She looks at me like she can’t believe what I just said, her eyes wide and her mouth agape. “I’m going to pretend like you didn’t just say that to me. Here I was, thinking you had redeemed yourself.”
“All part of the charm.”
“All this talk about charm and I’ve yet to experience any.”
“Then what made you lick my cum off the floor back at the hotel,” I ask.
There’s a heavy moment of silence between us. “I thought we agreed not to talk about that.”
“You agreed to. I did no such thing.”
“Well, I still don’t want to talk about it, so if you could not bring it up, like, ever, I would appreciate that,” she says, turning away again.
“No problem. Just don’t expect me to let you do it again,” I say, seeing if I can get her to laugh.
She remains silent, her face still turned away, but I can see her shoulders have relaxed a bit. I know her well enough to recognize that she’s as pissed at me as she was before. She’s still worried about Eddy, but we’ll get this worked out. I know I owe her at least that much.
We drive for a long time, and by the time we reach a major city that’s not crawling with Cartel goons, she’s already asleep in the passenger’s seat. She’s so peaceful when she’s not attempting to disassemble my ego.
We pull into a relatively busy hotel, and when I shut off the engine, she wakes up, blinking in her new surroundings. “Where are we?”
“The Red Bird,” I say, translating the sign on the building. “Not that far from Dimalona.”
“Should we be this close to them?” she asks, looking out the window and around the busy parking lot.
“Hidden in the crowd,” I reply with a smile. “Plus, I can hire some local armed security for when we go out. It’ll draw more attention to us, but it’ll also prevent any one-off attacks from the Cartel. They’ll have to get serious if they want the P50 we have.”
“I don’t want more people. That doesn’t make me feel safer.”
“What would?” I ask, looking for an honest answer.
“You,” she says. “I’d feel safe if you didn’t run off again. Obviously, you can take care of yourself, since you’re still in one piece after the shooting. I assume you didn’t get hit, but I was so caught up in the moment to ask. I’m sorry.”
“I’m fine,” I assure her, shaking my head. “I’m more concerned about you. And you’re right. I won’t let you out of my sight again.”
She smiles, tucking her head in and reaching for the door handle. “I guess we can go, then. I have to send Diego a message.”
“Sure,” I say, reaching for the door.
That’s when we both hear a buzz.
And it’s not my phone.
It’s hers.
15
Dream
My stomach churns when I see Diego’s name on my phone. Eddy’s both dead and alive until I answer this, and doing so feels like sealing his fate. If Diego is too pissed off at me for bringing Nikolai, he’s not even going to bother arguing with me. He’s just going to inform me that he’s already sliced Eddy’s head off, and that I’ll be receiving it in the mail in a week or so.
My finger hovers over the decline button, but Nikolai gives me an urging look and I choose to answer the phone. “Hello?” I ask, holding it up to my ear.
“You can’t hide things from me,” Diego says, his voice thickened by his deep Mexican accent.
