Page 57 of Now and Forever

There was a cartel wife stereotype, which probably applied to the Mafia as well, that involved shopping, clothes, and jewelry. In actuality, it wasn’t far from the reality. My mother and aunt were always down for a day of shopping or going to the spa.

I didn’t know what shopping options Ana had in Mexico. I didn’t even know what options I had in Kansas City.

Ana lowered her voice. “The truth is…I’m expecting our third, and Eli took pity on me. Traveling and nausea are not a good combination.”

“You’re pregnant.” With her third child. “Congratulations.”

“I hope you’re calling to let me know you can come visit.”

I thought about asking her to come to me, but considering her condition, I decided against it. “I am,” I said. “Are you free today?”

“Yes. I’ve been lazing around the hotel suite, enjoying rest without the children present. I can be dressed and ready in an hour.”

“Wonderful. I’ll see you then.” I disconnected the call, excited that there was someone in Kansas City who I knew.

Quickly, I checked my other emails. Mostly, Camila and Mireya wanted to know how I was doing, if I was all right, and both told me to call. When I called my sister, I got her voicemail. Leaving a brief message, I promised her that I was well and told her that Dario was working most of the day. I asked her to call when she had a chance. My next call was to my cousin.

“Oh, Cat,” Mireya said as she answered. “I didn’t get a chance to talk to you much the day after the wedding. I’ve been worried sick. Are you doing okay? Has Dario been good to you?”

I laughed. “Wow, that’s a lot in place ofhi.”

“Oh, come on. You know I’ve been worried.”

“He’s been good,” I answered honestly. “He works a lot, but I suppose that’s to be expected.”

“Is sex…?” Her question faded.

“You were probably right,” I said, feeling the warmth infiltrate my cheeks. “Having your first time with a man who knows what he’s doing is better than fumbling around ten years ago and some guy coming on your leg.”

Her tone changed. “I hope so.”

“Why, Mireya? What’s happening?”

“Papá said after your wedding Patron approached him about me.”

I stood, gripping my phone. “Patron thinks he can hand out cartel women like candy.” My pulse quickened. “Who does he want to marry you off to?”

“I don’t know. Mama says she doesn’t know, and Papá said it’s not time to include me in the conversation.”

“Of course not. Em said my marriage was in the works for six months before I was told. Why would the men be interested in your opinion? It’s just your body and life on the menu.”

“Menu?” she asked.

“It’s something I said to Dario. I asked how he chose me…if I was listed on a menu.”

“Right, like Patron has our pictures and statistics.” She sighed. “That’s what it feels like. I want to know who even sees the menu?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I doubt Dario would know unless the person is with the famiglia.”

“I don’t think he is, but honestly, I don’t know. I know Nick and Em weren’t pleased with you marrying into the famiglia. I’m sure they’d be upset if another Ruiz was sent to Kansas City.”

“But if you were sent here, we’d get to see one another.” That reminded me. “I’m going to have coffee with Ana later today.”

“Ana Herrera?”

“Yes. She said Elizondro needed to spend more time in the States. She’s pregnant and convinced him to let her stay in Kansas City.”

“She’s pregnant?” Before I could reply, Mireya asked, “Did you get Dario’s permission?”

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