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A few more steps and she’ll have a decision to make. Right or left. My office or the living room.
The dot stalls at the bottom of the stairs and after a few beats, it turns toward the living room.
Good girl.
Her trust in me is appreciated and will be rewarded.
Signio sits down and groans, pulling my attention from the screen. “Something wrong?”
“What do I need to do to walk out of here alive?” he says, voice betraying the bit of bravado he’s trying to exude.
I arch a brow. “Who says you aren’t?”
“Then why—”
“Because you’ll be of use to me.”
“How?” His hands clench and he grimaces. “What do I need to do?”
“You can start by taking off your shirt and tie,” I ask and wait. His eyes widen and body shakes again, the entire scene becoming too repetitive for my liking, and I slam a hand atop the table. “Take it off and fold it neatly atop the table. Then you are to tell me your side of the story. Every last fucking detail. Understood?”
“Yes.” Shaking hands follow my order and once it’s off, Geronimo hands over the phone in his hand. “What’s this for?”
“Call Quintero and tell him you and Solimar are heading out to Santa Marta for the weekend. You’ll have her back bright and early on Monday.”
“You’re sending her back?”
“What I do is none of your concern.”
“Yes, sir.” Grabbing the cell, he dials a number I know by memory and waits. Two rings and someone picks up. “Matias?”
“Where the fuck are you? You were supposed to call me last night,” Quintero spits out, the sound of a door opening and closing coming through the line as the noise around him dissipates. “Well?”
“We’re on our way to Santa Marta for the weekend.” Cortez swallows hard, eyes nervously on mine. “I thought it was the perfect opportunity to get to know my bride.”
“You fucked her? Cause you know that’ll cost your father a pretty penny before the wedding, kid. If she isn’t pure…” So cold. No anger. Instead, his chuckle shows amusement with a slight tinge of curiosity. Sick fuck will pay for how he’s treated her all these years. “Answer me, güevon.”
“No. I haven’t.”
“You don’t sound sure.”
“I haven’t touched her that way.”
“Yet you continue to fuck Laura every chance you get.” Another laugh: it sounds like he’s drinking from a glass as ice clinks. “That one has no shame or morals.”
“Easy pussy.”
“My wife’s family is pathetic, and her father has no control of the women in his life,” Quintero spits out, then the line goes quiet for a few seconds. “I’d shoot my daughter before I let her run around as my niece does.”
“Then why do you let her spend time with Solimar?”
“Because it gives you easier access without raising suspicion. No one knows you bend her over, and my daughter’s public image is intact.”
I’d heard enough and slice a hand across my neck so he ends the call. Signio nods. “Hey, I hear her coming in from the patio. I’ll call you later tonight…just wanted to give you our whereabouts.”
“Never take this long again.” There’s a knock on the president’s door and he muffles a curse. “Call me when Carlos picks her up. I’m close to closing in on my target and need the family out of sight. It’s bad enough that hijueputa blew up a government building, but if he hurts any of them, I’ll be publicly crucified.”
“Should we be concerned?”
