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He snorted, turning away to take another drink order. “Says who?”
“Cristiano.” The name rolled off my tongue with ease. “Care to ask him, or would you like me to?”
Tomás froze, the woman waving money in his face forgotten. My pulse raced as he turned his narrowed eyes back to me. “Who are you?”
“I’m someone who’s going to have your ass fired if you don’t tell me where to find Cristiano in the next five seconds.”
“I don’t know where he is.”
“Four.”
Bending down, he dug a beer bottle out of the cooler and popped the cap. “I said, I don’t know.”
“Three.”
“You’ve got cojones, you know that?” he growled, handing the bottle to the annoying bitch with the fistful of pesos.
“Two.”
He was in my face before I could hit one. “I haven’t seen him tonight, but I can take you to his office.” He held up a hand as I indulged in a victorious smile. “You’re on your own after that.” After stopping to have a few heated words with one of the other bartenders, he rounded the corner and glared at me.
I slid off the bar stool and turned halfway around when I remembered the scotch. Grabbing a shot in each hand, I spun around and slammed into a wall of hard muscle.
“What the hell was that?”
“Why? Are you jealous, papi?”
“No,” he bit out through clenched teeth. “I’m tired of standing over here with my dick in my hand while you run a solo operation.”
Glancing down, I cocked an eyebrow. “You really shouldn’t have your dick out in here. It isn’t that type of club.”
A low growl rumbled in his throat. “You know what I mean, Adriana. What the hell were you trying to sell over there?”
“Nothing. I was buying.” I held up the glasses. “Two shots of Johnnie Walker Blue.” Noticing they were half empty and the front of his shirt was soaked, a wicked smile curved my lips. “Well, now I guess it’s technically only one shot of Johnnie Walker Blue.” Shoving a glass in his hand, I pinched his drenched shirt between my index finger and thumb and winked. “But if you want the other one, feel free to suck yourself.”
The cords in Brody’s neck strained so hard, I was afraid they’d snap. As entertaining as this was, I caught Tomás’s impatient stare out of the corner of my eye. Clinking our glasses together, I poured what was left from mine into his and tucked the empty one into his shirt pocket. “Try not to get yourself killed while I’m gone.”
I took one step before he grabbed my arm and snapped me back. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To get information. You really should keep up.”
“Not without me.”
I laughed, and then his eyes darkened. Holy shit, he was serious. “I don’t think so.”
“Is that him?” he asked, nodding toward Tomás. “Is that your fiancé?” He growled the word with such contempt, I found myself torn between being wanting to laugh in his face and wanting to kick his ass.
I settled for jerking out of his hold and crossing my arms over my chest. “Ex-fiancé, and no. That’s a random bartender. However, he’s taking me to Cristiano’s office.”
“Then I’m definitely going.”
“Okay, pump your breaks, caveman. I can handle this myself. Besides, if you think a Muñoz associate is going to say shit with you in the room, you’ve lost your damn mind.”
I realized that was probably the wrong thing to say the minute his face turned blood red and a vein in the middle of his forehead started pulsing. “He’s a fucking Muñoz?” he roared. “Are you crazy?”
“Would you keep your voice down?” I hissed. “Yes, but he’s not a part of this.”
“You can’t be that stupid.”
