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She’s a keeper.
“Stay off your old lady, man,” I joke, wrapping an arm around Jace’s neck. “Give her a break before you have her popping out more kids.”
He shrugs. “She wants two more. Tell her to stay off me.”
I bark a laugh and hug him again, glad to see him.
Pulling Finn closer, I introduce the two. Jace raises an eyebrow as he looks Finn up and down. “You’re the mechanic?”
“I am,” Finn says in a bright voice. He told me he’s used to getting that look when people find out what he does. “You have a car you need me to look at?”
“A minivan. My old lady said we need to be prepared for when we have the rest.”
Finn nods. “I’ve worked on a lot of minivans. My town has a lot of large families.”
After that, we’re swarmed, my brothers patting my back and giving Finn the once over. Most of them saw us when we came a few weeks back, so they’re probably wondering what’s going on with us. It’s none of their fucking business, so they can keep wondering.
A loud whistle sounds and everyone stops talking. We all turn to the noise and see it’s Prez. He stands by the door, arms crossed over his chest. “If you’re done acting like Miss Fucking America on a tour of the country, we can head inside and start this fucking party!”
Cheers go up and I get more pats on the back as I pull Finn behind me on our way inside. Before we can get too far, Zeke steps up and grabs Finn’s other hand. I turn around with a growl, but Zeke laughs. “Chill, Rax. Mechanic, remember?”
Blowing out a breath, I drag Finn close and plant a hard kiss on his lips. “If anyone bothers you, let me know.”
Zeke scoffs. “No one will bother him. I’ll put a bullet in their heads myself if they do. Don’t worry, Rax. I got him.”
“Go,” Finn says, inclining his head to where Prez is standing with a dip in his eyebrows waiting for me. “I get to work on cars. I’ll be fine.”
Giving him a kiss on the forehead, I let him go, watching him walk off with Zeke. My best friend starts pointing at a few of the cars within the gate and I watch Finn’s face light up. I didn’t think I would be smitten with a facial expression. The wide smile on his face makes my heart thump.
“When you’re done eye fucking the man you stole, we need to talk.” Prez’s voice in my ear startles me, but I cover it up with a scowl.
“I wasn’t eye fuckin’ nobody,” I grumble. I brush past him and walk to his office, hearing his annoying ass chuckle in my ear.
He shuts the door and I plop on his couch. Prez takes his time sitting behind his desk, eyeing me up and down. “I’ll never get over seeing you without a jump suit and under that terrible fucking fluorescent lighting.”
Barking a laugh, I shake my head and sit forward. “Yeah, well, it wasn’t the plan, believe me. Zeke said you needed to talk to me?”
“Yep.” Prez taps two fingers on his desk slowly. “You’re going to Cuba, where I was born and raised. There are some things you need to know, the biggest being you’ll probably never be extradited. I’m sure there’s a treaty there somewhere, but America and Cuba don’t have the best relationship, which works well in your favor. An American police officer can see you walking down the street in broad daylight and they can’t do shit.”
“Good. I want to wake up a free man, without fucking bars around me until I die of old age.”
Prez nods. “I’ve talked to my cousin down there. He can watch out for you. I’m working on something but can’t give you details until it’s a go. Don’t worry,” he says when I open my mouth. “You’ll know as soon as I do. I might need you. You’ll be in Havana, which is fairly safe and they don’t mind gringos being there getting money, especially if it’s helping my people get money too.” He smirks at me to take the bite out of his words. “My people will look out for you. They’re good and loyal. How’s your Spanish?”
I shrug. “Rusty. Haven’t spoken it much since I haven’t been around you.”
“Brush up on it when you get the chance. You’ll want to immerse yourself in the culture as quickly as possible for you to be accepted. Got it?”
“Got it. I need a favor.”
“Of course, you do.”
With a twisted grin, I ask, “Is there a way you can keep an eye on Finn?”
Prez sits back, tapping a finger on his lips, looking at me intently. “You love him, don’t you?”
I can feel my face heat and I don’t answer. “Can you watch out for him, or what? I don’t want him unprotected until he can find someone worthy of him.”
“You’re worthy of him,” Prez says matter-of-factly.
