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9
Rafael
I’ve spenttwo days with Anna, but I can’t avoid the office any longer. Samuel is fussing like a mother hen, and Carlos is convinced World War Three is about to break out on the streets. I have to handle some shit.
“Jimmy got shanked in broad daylight, Rafe!”
I lean back in my chair, lighting my cigar and inhaling. “It’s Juarez, Carlos. People get stabbed all the time.”
He jabs his finger down on my desk. “Not our fucking guys!” Granted, Jimmy was only a gang runner, but with known association to us. That makes a hit on him our problem, and we have to retaliate. Such is the benefit of the gangs working with us. Our name protects them.
Samuel steps forward and places a hand on Carlos’ shoulder. “We’ll deal with it.”
I glance at Sam. “Find out who did it. We’ll make an example.” I don’t like gratuitous violence, but sometimes it’s necessary. I can’t afford any kind of miscommunication at this point. I can still feel Dominges hovering near my ass, waiting to ram himself up there. I fucking know this shit is on him.
“You need to handle Jimmy’s replacement,” Sam says.
I nod. “Carlos, make some calls. See if anyone knows who took out Jimmy. I’ll go to Juarez today, and sort out the replacement.” They both leave, and I inhale another breath of my cigar before pushing to my feet. I leave the office, aiming to check in with the guards, when I catch Anna and Lucas sneaking around.
I step around the corner of the hallway, straight into their path. Lucas staggers a step, his face going pale. Anna’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second before narrowing.
“Rafael.”
“Avecita.” My eyes rake over her body encased in skin-tight yoga pants and a sports bra. The tanned skin of her stomach begs to be touched, and her tits strain against the fabric of the bra with every breath. When I meet her gaze, she stares back at me almost defiantly. She knows she’s been caught. “Where are you off to?”
“Lucas and I were going to work out.”
“Work out?” She nods. “What kind of workout?” The thought of Lucas doing any kind of up close and personal self-defense training while she’s dressed like that has my pulse ticking up. He and I still need a little chat. I’ve just been too wrapped up in Anna to find the time.
“The usual kind,” she says evasively.
“Is that so?”
She squares her shoulders at me, and I almost smile. My little warrior—getting so feisty. Meanwhile, Lucas is practically crawling into the floorboards as though he’d do anything for the ground to open up and swallow him. He won’t look at me. On a sigh, Anna grabs my arm and drags me toward the office, slamming the door once we’re inside.
“Do you have to terrify Lucas like that?” she says, pressing her back to the door and folding her arms over her chest.
I close the distance and cage her against the wood, plucking at the thick bra strap over her shoulder. “If you wanted to learn to fight so badly, you should have just asked.”
“I did. You gave me a gun.”
I cock a brow. “You don’t have to fight if you shoot them first.”
She thumps her head back against the door. “It’s not about that.”
“So instead of explaining that you so desperately want your ass beaten, you go to the kid?”
“Who told you?” She narrows her eyes. “It was Carlos, wasn’t it? Bastard.”
I laugh. “I know everything that happens in my cartel, avecita.” I place my finger under her chin, forcing her to look at me. “And I know everything that concerns you.”
“So now what?”
“Ask me,” I say. She stills, and I can see her pulse start thrumming at her neck. I lean in, brushing my lips over her artery. “Ask me to teach you.” I kiss the soft skin. Her head tilts to the side, her palms landing on my chest. So sweet. So responsive.
“Teach me to fight, Rafe,” she says, her voice breathy. My cock twitches. I’m not sure if this is the best idea I’ve ever had or the worst kind of torture. Probably both.
“What will you give me in return?” I grab her by the back of her neck and tug her away from the door before spinning her and slamming her chest against it. Her palms land flush to the wood either side of her head. She twists her face, glancing over her shoulder at me. Every perfect inch of her is pressed against me as the scent of her invades my senses.
