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Why don’t we just fuck?

I bet his shy, reserved self would make a wonderful submissive for me.

Fuck, Sofia.

Just walk away.

A knock at the door pulls me from my thoughts. I’m thankful until I see the look on Alejandro’s face.

“We have a small problem with your guys in Mexico,” he cuts straight to the point. “They are starting a power play with our guys, and they need someone to get them in line.”

“You need me to go and tell them they need to play nice with their new friends?”

“Exactly,” he chuckles at my response. “I know you’ve said they don’t quite see you as their new boss, but Andres and I both think they’ll take it better from your familiar face over either of us.”

“Agreed.”

“It’s probably best if you go right away before things have a chance to get any more out of hand.”

“I can leave tonight.” I glance at the clock and mentally calculate how long it will take me to gather a few things from my place.

“Good. I have Rachel making the arrangements with my pilot now. He’ll be on the tarmac in Teterboro within the hour, ready to go as soon as you arrive. She’s also taking care of hotel arrangements as we speak.”

I am in the process of standing from my desk when Alejandro drops a caveat on me. “And take the kid. It’s a good opportunity for him to see what goes on outside the walls of this office.”

Fucking hell…

“Um, you want me to go to Mexico?” Gabriel’s eyes are wide. “Alone? With Sofia?”

“Yes,” Alejandro answers flatly. “Is that a problem?”

“No. No, sir.” He abruptly shakes his head, while the look in his eyes clearly acknowledges that he knows this is a problem.

It’s fine.

A quick stop at a few distribution facilities. One shared meal. And one, maybe two, nights in a tropical paradise.

What could go wrong?

eight

GABRIEL

Having already plundered my closet, dresser, and nightstand to no avail, I rummage through the junk drawers of my kitchen looking for my passport.

I know it’s around here somewhere.

Finally finding it underneath a small stack of takeout menus, I’m not certain if I’m relieved or not. This means I’m actually going.

Although they run drugs across the border…I probably don’t even need a passport.

The buzzer for the building rings through my apartment, and I quickly make my way to the intercom by my front door.

“Hello?”

“It’s Sofia. The car is out front.”

“I need to grab a few more things. I can buzz you up.”

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