Page 49 of Blood Ties
Carlos glances between us. "I'm not sure what's going on here and don’t think I want to know."
"You'll catch on soon enough." Miguel stands proudly in the corner of the room, smiling cheekily.
"This isn't helping right now."
"Lo siento. Please Carlos, do go on."
Carlos sighs. “I called a while ago to make sure her reservations were still in place under her name and they were with a check in time for four p.m. We need to figure out the best way to approach the situation."
"Miguel and I can handle it. Make sure no one comes looking for Mario's son and if they do, kill them."
"What should we do about the kid?"
"Once his father's dead, we’ll give him a job like he asked."
"You don't think he'll care to work for someone who killed his father?" Miguel arches a brow.
"The look he had in his eyes every time I mentioned Mario's name told me he wants this asshole dead as much as we do."
"Then it's settled. Miguel can meet me tomorrow at three p.m. and we will surprise Mario together."
"You going to give me a meeting place, Mi Conejito?"
I blink. "I think you'll figure it out."
Miguel licks his lips, staring at me with a heated gaze that moves up and down my body.
Carlos shifts uncomfortably. "I think I preferred it when you two hated each other."
Miguel laughs, tossing his head back. "See you tomorrow, precious." He presses a kiss to my temple and then turns back to Carlos. "See you at the house and remind me to give you that exact same look every time you kiss my son in front of me."
Carlos sneers and I'm the one cackling so hard, I nearly fall to the floor. I walk over to my desk and Carlos exits the room right after Miguel. I take care of some business in my office and handle some large drug dealings via radio and in untraceable chat rooms. We've had no more incidents with missing orders here ever since Mario arrived in Kansas City. If tomorrow is successful then the surprise visits should stop too.
After a few more hours of getting wrapped up in emails and phone calls, I leave the club. I ask my driver to take me to the closest bakery and grab the last case of lemon bars they have. It's time I pay Miguel a visit for once.
My driver pulls into the driveway of Carlos’s house when the gate opens. I'm let inside the house with no issues—the perks of having Miguel staying with my son. I'd much rather have him in my bed, but it will take a while for me to reach the point where I can trust him enough to fully have him in my world. Joey walks down the steps as I’m on my way up. “Hey, Marcus. Didn’t know you were stopping by. Is Carlos or Isaiah expecting you?”
I shake my head, gesturing up the stairs. “I’m here to see someone else.”
He glances behind me. “Ah, I see. Will you be staying here tonight then?”
“No, I’ll only be a few hours. I have some things to take care of at home tonight that can’t be ignored for too long.”
He nods, smiling softly. “Well you know you’re welcome here anytime.”
“Good to know,” I say, moving farther up the steps.
“Oh and Miguel is staying in the second room to the right,” he shouts from behind me. “And don’t worry, each room is soundproof. He shouldn’t hear you coming.”
Good. I hum softly, rushing up the remainder of the stairs, heading in the direction where Joey told me to go. I twist the door open slowly, smiling wide when it isn’t locked. My stomach is swirling with nerves when I enter the room. The bed is still made and there’s no sign of Miguel anywhere. I’m about to walk out when the sound of water coming from nearby has me stopping midway. I smile, shutting and locking the door to the bedroom.
The bathroom door is cracked open allowing steam to seep out from the hot shower. I set the lemon bars on the nearbynightstand and strip off my clothes. The air grows warmer the closer I get to the fogging glass door. I take a deep breath, wrapping my fingers gently around the handle and pull the door open to step inside behind Miguel. He quickly spins around, and his guard drops the minute his eyes land on me. I'm surprised the man doesn't bathe with a gun in his hand. “Was someone not able to wait until tomorrow?”
I shake my head, stepping closer. “We never did get to eat those lemon bars yesterday, so I thought we could have some dessert before dinner tonight.”
He licks his lips, eyeing me up and down. “Who doesn’t enjoy dessert before dinner?”
“Maybe the same people who don’t like getting clean just to get dirty?” I step closer, swiping my tongue over his lips. He pulls me against him, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I’ve been dreaming of this moment for a long time now.”
