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I glared at him.

His eyes rolled. “Look, I’m not going to hurt either of you. I value my life and my balls. If I did anything to either of you, Mayan and Miguel would rip me apart with their bare hands. Besides, I want to be a Diablo one day. Can’t do that if they don’t trust me with their Viejas.”

“Wait, so you aren’t even a member?” I vaguely remembered Miguel saying something about prospects earlier.

He shrugged as he tossed the bags into the backseat. He then pointed to the patch on his leather jacket. “This means I’m in training.”

Miguelhadmentioned something about that. “Does that mean your name isn’t Prospect?”

He laughed. “No. Prospects don’t get Road Names until they prove themselves to the club and become official members. Hop in.”

I interpreted for Desi as we spoke and she was quiet. When he told us to get in again, though, she stared at him skeptically once more, causing him to let out a suffering sigh.

“Why are you being so mistrustful?” he groaned.

“Try being a woman in Mexico, pal.” I retorted.

“Fair point. Now just get in the car. I can call Miguel if you want.”

I did not want.

“Let’s go,” I urged Desi, feeling my face flame at the idea of having to talk to Miguel so soon after what we’d done. I was no prude, but the way his guttural growls rang through my ears, the dark hint of promise in his words…

“No one can make you come like I do.”

The words had been arrogant, but more than that, they’d been laced with something else. Something I didn’t want to think about. Because if I thought about it, I’d surely give in to him.

“Come inside for a taco,” I offered.

The prospect looked at me with horror. “I can’t do that.”

I rolled my eyes and set my hands on my hips.

It had been days. Days since I’d last seen Miguel. Days since the taste of him spurted on my tongue, since his fingers had grazed my clit and made me explode in surprising, electrifying ecstasy. Days since he sent this prospect with me and Desi to our house, only to discover the broken pieces left behind had been replaced with new appliances.

Days since the prospect had parked outside of our apartment building and refused to leave unless it was to follow us around.

It was Monday, and because of the puente–a bridge between weekend and the week day, a holiday, practically–Desi and I were at home. We’d gone out together to order tacos from a nearby stand only to have the prospect shadow our every move.

Having him staying outside of our place wasn’t creepy so much as confusing. Desi and I had confronted him that first day.

“Why are you still here?”

His eyebrows had kicked up. “Mayan and Miguel told me to watch you both.”

Desi and I had stared at one another in confusion at this.

“Your house was broken into,” he said gently, like he meant to remind us of the dangers of the world. “They want me here to keep an eye on things and keep the two of you safe.”

Even after I’d told him that I wanted nothing to do with him, he’d sent a prospect to make sure we got home safe. He’d forced him to stay stationed outside of our place to keep an eye on things.

Was that controlling? Yes. But I wouldn’t deny the rush of pleasure it caused. I had no right to feel that, when I’d told him we were done. Over. Whatever had been between us.

And yet he still seemed to care.

“You don’t have to be here. I’m sure you have better things to do,” I’d argued weakly.

“Don’t try to convince me to leave.” He’d crossed his arms against his chest. “It’s a big responsibility to watch over the two of you. It’s an honor. It means they trust me enough with your safety. You know what that means?” His eyes were bright.

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