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“I didn’t know her before, but we keep in touch for the sake of my niece. I keep a distance. The girl doesn’t even know me, after all. Her mother doesn’t want her to, either. I use the friendship I have with Haven to keep me updated occasionally. My choice.”

“I see.”

Abril tipped her head to the side, and her silky black hair fell over her shoulder. “So, a Queen Pin, hmm? Cosa Nostra boss for a father. The same kind of boss for a husband. Your mother—now that’s where my interest really piqued. Did she teach you?”

“She still is,” Catherine admitted.

“And your daughter; do you plan to do the same for her?”

“Who knows?” Catherine cleared her throat, trying not to show how uncomfortable it made her that Abril knew so much about her life. “Did Haven—”

“Not a thing, actually,” Abril interjected. “I do my own digging. I am sure you can understand why.”

“Sure.”

“You need cocaine.”

“I need a reliable supplier of cocaine for the unforeseeable future.”

“We use safe underground tunnels to transport, but once it’s on the United States side, it is your responsibility to move it the rest of the way.”

Catherine nodded. “I’m sure I could figure something out.”

“You’re acting as a broker for the Three Families as well, yes?”

“Yes.”

Abril waved at the table. “Have a seat, Catherine. Details are my favorite part of the business. This could take a while, and understand that business will always be to my favor before it is ever to yours.”

Catherine’s relief was sweet. Yes, this woman was most definitely a boss.

She had no problem sitting down after the cartel leader took her seat first.

“Are you ready to play?” Catherine asked Cece.

Cece eyed the indoor playground through the large glass windows of the building. She didn’t look particularly excited to get in the place and play. She would be far happier if her mother took her back to downtown Los Angeles to people watch and shop.

She was definitely her mother and father’s child.

“Well,” Cece drawled out. “I guess.”

Miguel dropped down into a crouch, and fixed the red bow in Cece’s hair. “It won’t be for long, principessa. Then we’ll go get some pretty shoes for your new dress.”

“Stop bribing her with … stuff.”

“You don’t want her throwing a fit in there because she wants to leave, right?”

Point taken.

Catherine sighed. “What Miggy said, Cece. We’ll go shopping right after. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

Cece shrugged. “Okays, Ma.”

“Okay.”

Miguel stood back up. “I will be out here ready.”

Catherine nodded.