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“Keep me in la Yuma and I’ll pledge my life to you.”
“Now the question is…which one are you? Pirro or Silvio?” The man doesn’t answer, and I’ll wait a few more minutes. I’m too busy watching as Jaime walks away and my brilliant girl takes pictures of the folder in front of her and then sends off texts.
Whatever he’s selling, Sirenita isn’t buying.
Makes my chest puff out with pride; I know what she’s capable of. How strong she is.
The entire time, Jaime doesn’t look our way. Doesn’t acknowledge the added security that he assumes watches his back and takes care of any issue that arises. Dumb motherfucker.
“Step forward.” The moment I say this, the other person in attendance does as I ask, coming to a stop a few steps to my left. He’s beside Junior and I look over, finding his focus on the ground. “Look at him, Henry. Meet his eyes.”
The unnamed guard tries to stand, his fists clenched tight, but one strike to the back of his head ends that. He slumps, not unconscious but enough to know his place down on his knees. This soldier is a pet of the Rodriguez administration, and I’ll teach him as such.
“Sir?” Henry asks, so unsure of himself.
“Name and rank.”
“Don’t you fucking dare, you piece of mierda.”
“I thought you didn’t speak the native language of this country.” Not a question, but a sarcastic remark. The man is angry—nearly shaking—and my grin broadens. “What happened, asshole? Afraid?”
“Of you, hijo de puta? Never.”
“You should be.” One bullet with a silencer, right on the shoulder bone, and he cries out. Yet I’m quicker and stuff the end of the tie around his neck deep in his mouth, causing the jackass to choke. Gagging, he coughs around the material while I pat his cheek. “Breathe through your nose.” Turning my attention to Davila, I urge him closer with a nod. “Do you know him?”
“Personally? No.”
“In what capacity, then?”
“He’s Pirro Cruz. One of the two men who came from Cuba under strict orders from the president to protect and help his nephews. He’s the younger of the two and seems to get along the most with Jaime.”
“Military or mercenary?”
“Both, and they speak fluent English. It’s mandatory for anyone who works for Rodriguez.”
“Thank you.”
Pirro spits out the necktie then, dribble falling from the corner of his mouth. “You’re a traitor to your people. You’ll pay for this.”
“He’ll receive penance when I allow it. Not a second sooner.”
“Boss, they’re shaking hands,” Junior says, and I look toward Amberlyn only to find her nodding at something Uriel is saying. The exchange is quick and when Jaime extends a hand, she takes it, but not before saying something that causes his grin to drop.
Sirenita, what are you getting yourself into? You’re making it harder to keep you safe.
“Take his body and burn it. I want nothing, not even his teeth left behind.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Fuck you! You can’t—”
My release is quick, and two shots to the back of the head end his time on earth. His body falls forward, blood splattering across the pavement and my shirt, but I only focus on the beautiful woman drinking coffee not far from me.
So beautiful. So mine.
I’m almost home, baby. Just a little more time.
My conversation with Thiago moved my trip up a bit and with a minor detour. My brother received an invitation to meet with President Rodriguez, and I’ve accepted.
