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Lifting his head, I watch the corner of his mouth tick up in a smirk as he says, “You’re so fucking obsessed with me.”
forty four
ALEXYS
“Are you still angry with me?” Andres wraps his arm around my waist as I pour two cups of coffee.
“Yes,” I sarcastically snark, turning around and handing him the cup. “Black, just the way you don’t like it. I used the last of the cream. Oopsies.”
“It’s been nearly two weeks,” he flippantly sulks.
“And?” I take a seat at the table next to Izzy, “I’ll get over it when I feel like you’ve fully made it up to me.”
The lies and deception hurt me more than the double, or triple, life that Andres was leading. I was angry and those feelings are still lingering, but it’s kind of hard to truly hate him for hiding his identity from me when I’m as mentally fucked up as he is.
Who willingly lets a masked man eat their pussy in an alley?
And that was just the start of all the fucked up things I did with this man, knowing that he was deranged. Hot as fuck, but definitely deranged.
“Be grateful,” Alejandro chimes in as he enters the kitchen. “At least she’s letting you fuck your way to an apology.”
As much as I have loved getting to know the two people closest to Andres these past two weeks, I will be quite happy when there isn’t another couple two doors down listening to what is essentially audio porn.
“This one,” Alejandro stands behind Izzy and wraps his arms around her waist, “She cut me off and wore the skimpiest shit she could find for a week. Didn’t you,cerecita?”
“In my defense, you did almost die and weren’t supposed to do anything strenuous,” she tips her head to kiss his cheek. “Ever keep anything like that from me again, and that week will seem like a walk in the park.”
Both of these men…savage monsters that forced us to fall for them.
“Is today the day?” I question, changing the subject.
“Yes,” Alejandro answers.
Locked away in this apartment for the past two weeks, the guys worked nearly day and night on finding every drop of information they could about the Padilla Cartel. With their entire organization laid out before them, they had decided to make their way through Mexico until all the streets ran red with Padilla blood.
Thanks in part to some input from Izzy, two days ago a copy of enough information to eliminate the cartel from existence was provided to Andres and Alejandro’s inside contact at the DEA. Last they heard, a joint organization raid would be taking place today. As an extra precaution, Rafael has each man being followed to eliminate them by other, more violent means, if necessary.
And after what they did to the families in Mexico, there wasn’t a man who works for Andres and Alejandro who wasn’t willing to get their hands bloody.
Turning on the television in the living room, Andres flips through the channels. Each national news station is playing the same live video of the US Attorney General. Stopping on one of the channels, we all listen for a moment as he spews lies about an extensive months long investigation that led to the arrest of members of the cartel. He goes on speaking, but Andres clicks off the television.
“We’ll leave early tomorrow morning,” Alejandro pats Andres on the back.
“Ryder and his MC are already prepared to keep an eye on the building for a few days while we are gone,” Andres looks to me. “Just in case any Padilla lingerers are still hanging around the city,mi reina.”
I look at him questionably, we hadn’t discussed anything about him going to Mexico.
“It just happened this morning,” he answers my question before I can ask it. “We need to go check on our business in Los Cangrejos, El Caribe, and Legunitas. Many of the families are still at the shelter in Todos Santos. We need to get them back home and make sure that things are still running smoothly at the shelter, since it isn’t safe for Isabella to head down there right now.”
“I have Camilla running things for me right now,” Isabella chimes in, “and I’m sure she has things under control but I’d rather the guys make sure everything is safe. That’s the whole point of the place.”
“We’ll be back late tomorrow night,” Andres tucks hair behind my ear. “And then I’ll take you home.”
forty five
ANDRES
Things went smoother than expected in Mexico. At just short of seven in the evening, Alejandro and I are landing at the Heliport on the East River Pier. We pull in front of his building within the hour.
