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“Yes, and this is one of our mules, Phillip.”
“I'm Angel.” He offers Antonio his hand and he takes it, giving a stern, brief shake.
Angel eyes me up and down and tilts his head, grinning. “A little smaller and younger than I expected. Sure the kid can handle it?”
“He’s sure,” I answer, gaining me a disapproving look from Antonio. His face relaxes when the older man laughs.
“I like him already. Come on in. Mi casa es su casa and all that bullshit.”
We follow him inside and he leads us to a dining room, drugs lying out on a table in tiny bags. A small man, dressed in a navy suit and with a hard stare, points a gun in our direction, his jaw tightening.
“Easy, mi amor. We don't need that right now. These are our guests. Maybe soon to be friends. We don't want to jeopardize our growing relationship so soon, do we?”
Lowering his weapon, the other guy shakes his head, walking over to stand at Angel's side when he taps his own leg. “This here is my partner, Santiago.” He rests a hand on his shoulder, whispering something in his ear.
They have a curious relationship. Definitely more than friendly. Angel drags him closer, rubbing the back of his neck, and the smaller man's expression softens. He's certainly someone special and I can't turn my eyes away from theirinteractions—pinkies touching, shoes hitting the other’s, and primal stares being exchanged between them. They make me want things I didn't know existed. And from one person only. I turn my attention back to Antonio who’s examining the product on the table.
“Everything looks to be as promised. I'll go make a phone call to Zacharias and get the rest of the payment transferred over.”
“Excellent. We'll get it all packed up for you, and your little friend here can help.”
Antonio swallows hard, looking between me and the two terrifying men who don't even need to hold a weapon in their hands to have me trembling in fear. “Are you going to be okay here for a few minutes, burrito?”
“I…” My voice trembles, my legs suddenly feeling too weak to stand on. “I'd rather stay with you.”
Antonio steps toward me and Angel rests a hand on his shoulder, holding him where he is. “He'll be fine here. I promise.” He gestures his head toward the door. “You might want to hurry. You're better off leaving before it gets dark.”
Antonio nods curtly, and as he's walking away from me, I throw myself forward and latch on to his arm. “Please. Don't make me stay,” I whisper in his ear.
Sighing softly, he lays his hand over mine. “Remember the first song that played when we were on the plane?”
“Yes,” I rasp.
“Pretend we're still flying and the song is playing. Close your eyes and sing it for me. I promise I'll be back before you reach the end.”
My heart slows a little and I release my grip on his arm. “You mean it?”
“Si. Now go ahead and sing.” He squeezes my fingers before slowly removing my hand from his arm. “Volveré.”
Closing my eyes, I sing the first verse, ignoring the sound of his footsteps moving away from me. No one says anything or questions what I'm doing. They probably don't care as long as they get their money.
Nerves tingle along my spine as I reach the middle of the song, my words coming out slow and uneven. The room is so silent and I imagine the loud sound of the plane cutting through the air, the ground wobbling a little, and as I'm about to sing the last verse, a set of warm, large hands cup my cheeks. “The plane has landed, burrito. Time to get off.”
Slowly opening my eyes, I lean into his touch, loving how his warmth feels like a hug. There's that softness in his eyes again, followed by a sweet smile feeling like it's only made for me. I have no right to it but I want it anyway.
“You came back.”
“I did. You waited like I asked you to. You did so well too.”
What feels like a zap of electricity shoots up my body and I'm buzzing from his words. He said I was good for him and I wonder if it'll feel this good to obey a second time. Normally I go against others. Fight them tooth and nail. I thought I always preferred it. Not when it comes to him. I want this right here. The praises, the pride in his eyes and soothing touches.
Someone clears their throat from beside us and Antonio drops his hands from my face. Our special world we were in together alone was invaded by someone else. I wish they went away so I could have it a little longer. It might have been the only time and he took it from me.
“Sorry to interrupt, but it turns out you can't leave yet.”
My stomach knots when more men enter the room, blocking our way with guns in their hands. What's going on? Was this a trap? Oh God, I feel as if I swallowed glass. I can't breathe, it hurts. Antonio is no longer looking at me, and I can't tear myeyes from the guns getting closer. Or maybe it only seems like they are and neither of us have moved at all.
“What do you mean we can't leave?”
