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The Don turned to Valentina and whistled. “I do like my three gifts indeed. Give those boxes to Henri, cher, he’s outside. He will take them and then direct ya to the door to come on over to sit on my lap.”
The line of my jaw twitched. “My sister is not a gift.”
He snickered. “Now that’s a damn shame.”
Meanwhile, Valentina wore a bored expression.
“Payin your respects.” The Don bobbed his head. “Must be here for somethin’ else too.”
I studied him.
“Perhaps, ya here for ma famous gumbo too. Or is there somethin’ else you got in mind?”
I met his stare, returning his casual tone. “I would love to try that gumbo.”
The Don chuckled, a low, gravelly sound that seemed to blend with the alligator’s hisses and grunts in the pit. “Well now, ain’t y’all jus’ full of surprises? Too bad y’all didn’t let me know y’all was coming.”
“Are you busy this evening?”
The door creaked open behind him, confirming where the exit was on the platform.
The Don glanced over his shoulder at the door before turning back to me. “Lucky for you, Mr. Lion. Ole Don is good for multitasking.”
A naked woman stepped onto his platform. She had long black hair. Her shoulders were drawn back and her head held high even though it was obvious she was terrified.
I quirked my brows.
She stopped in front of him, glanced at the pit, and then shivered. Tears spilled from her eyes.
I turned to Rafael.
What the fuck is this?
The pansy simply shook his head and whispered, “Theater.”
I put my view back on the platform.
The door closed behind her.
A heavy, almost oppressive sensation hung like a cloud over the space.
Some of the alligators slithered in that direction.
“Had I known y’all was coming.” The Don rose from his throne. “I would have handled this here situation, much earlier.”
The woman spoke, “I-I’m so sorry, Thibaut.”
“Oh, cher.” The Don gestured for her to come closer. “I know. Now don’ you start cryin.”
“I-I swear.” She sobbed. “I-I won’t do it again.”
I glanced at Valentina, knowing how much she hated witnessing any violence against women.
Frowning, she leaned my way and kept her voice low. “I know he is protected by the Cartel, but. . ?”
The unspoken question ran between us.
You want to kill him.
