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His dark eyes hold mine cutting me off. "Listen to me,'' he says when I try to push him off, but he's strong. "I don't know what you're playing at. What your grandfather has you up to,but this is a bad idea. Women don't run with us. Especially daughters ofveteranos."
He means veteran Cartel Kings like my father.
"He sent me here and will keep sending me here to do whatever I need to." I shrug him off me. "You better get used to it."
He places his hand above my head. His eyes skate over my face, landing on my lips. "What would my brother say, eh?"
I blink. "These days, I care less what he thinks. What he would say. Who he fucks."
I want to tell him I'm not the girl I used to be. I'm not the girl who only had eyes for a man who hated my existence because I threatened his freedom.
"What would your parents say? Their little girl destined with a Cortez to form an empire, not caring if her future husband cheats and what he thinks of her.''
I walk around him and pick up the bag, unzipping it and place the stacks of money on the wooden desk. "They will understand."
He walks around the desk, sits in his chair, reaches under, and pulls out stacks of money in smaller bills, placing them in neat rows.
"Understand what exactly?” He asks confused.
"That I'm not marrying Santiago," I say and mimic how he stacks the money.
"What?" He asks in disbelief.
I look up. "You heard right. I'm not marrying your brother."
He drops a stack of money. “Does he know… that his girl…''
"I'm not his girl," I say in a hard tone. "I never was."
After changing the bills for smaller ones, Maxim shuts the rear door of my Ranger Rover, taking the black duffel bag.
I pull the passenger window down. "You didn't have to come with me. I could take it inside to my grandfather."
He walks closer and says, "Stay here. I'll be right back."
"I don't take orders for you."
He inhales and licks his bottom lip. "That's what I'm going to rectify. What you can do and cannot do. What your part is in all this." He places his hand on the door. "And Elena?"
"Yeah?"
"You will take orders for me." And he walks away.
I press the button for the passenger window, hating how his deep voice affects me. It shouldn't, but it does. He's just good-looking, but the way he looks at me. It feels like it's the pads of his fingers. I blame it on loving his brother for so long. He has the same dark hair and completion. His brother is two inches taller, but where Santiago is lean with ripped muscles. I can tell Maxim is bulkier, with more muscle.
Maxim is also nicer than Santiago.That is because he isn't forced to marry you.
My phone rings.
"Mia is calling." The voice from the Bluetooth says.
"Answer."
"Hey."
"Hey," I repeat.
"Where are you?"
