Page 32 of Naughty and Nice
“That’s why I’d do it. Cabezõn would be upset to lose whores. He’d be furious to know they were working for Roríguez or being fucked by my men.”
I couldn’t let myself think about the alternative to dying. “Did anything happen at Wanderland last night?”
Aléjandro looked down at his watch. “I need to take this call.”
“Wanderland?” I asked again.
“All quiet,” he said as he headed toward his office.
I sighed with relief and sent a text message to Isabella.
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“Could Horace pick me up at Mia’s for work? I don’t have a ride.”
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She replied right away.
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“I’ll see if he will. Em doesn’t want me to go to the apartments today. I’m sorry.”
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I let out a breath, wondering why Em didn’t want her at the apartments. Hadn’t the danger passed?
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“Horace doesn’t need to get me. I’ll ask Silas.”
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She replied.
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“I’m sure Horace wouldn’t mind.”
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I looked up to see Mia with Jorge in her arms at the bottom of the steps. “Are you supposed to be carrying him?”
Mia shook her head. “The doctor said I couldn’t lift over twenty pounds. He didn’t say anything about me carrying over twenty pounds.” She lifted her eyebrows. “It’s all about finding loopholes—Viviana lifted Jorge.” Her smile spread across her face as she kissed Jorge’s light hair. “I’m just carrying him.”
Jorge was tightly holding Mia’s shoulder with his pudgy little hands as he gave me an uneasy once-over, scanning me with his father’s dark eyes. I moved from the stool to the high chair and pulled back the tray. Mia set Jorge in the seat and secured the lap belt. I watched as she placed cut fruit on his tray.
“How are you doing this morning?” she asked.
“Worried.”
“About Nick?”
“About the women. Aléjandro said the club was quiet last night, but Em doesn’t want Isabella at the apartments today. I don’t know what to think.”
“Think that Roríguez men, whether Roríguez or Ruiz, are notoriously overprotective.” As Mia made herself a cup of tea, she continued. “You surprised me with your story about Nick yesterday.” She looked up as she fiddled with food for Jorge. “Do you think you could marry again?”
“I don’t think it’s any longer an issue. I messed it up.”
