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“This I know.” I can feel his attention go to me. “You must be Miss Myka Donovan.”

I’ve never had a conversation with a Columbian drug cartel boss, so I’m not sure what to say. “Yes.”

“Please accept my apologies for the behavior of my son. He’s...a little hot-tempered.”

I actually laugh at that. “Hot-tempered, Mr. Aguillera?”

“Domingo, please, or Dom.” He frowns, brows lowering under the rim of his sunglasses. “I assure you, today’s unfortunate events did not originate with me. I assure you, neither you nor Rev will ever have anything to worry about from me. Javier will be…dealt with.”

That doesn’t sound good.

“I…thank you, Domingo. Rev and I just want to be left alone to live our lives in peace.”

He grins at me, and good grief, you wouldn’t expect cartel bosses to be so handsome. “I must admit, I almost wish I could meet you in person. You must be remarkable indeed to capture the attention of a man like Rev.”

“Not gonna happen, Dom.” Rev arches an eyebrow at the phone.

Domingo laughs, almost carefree. “Oh, I know.” A sigh. “I have men on the way to collect Javier and the others. All will be dealt with. You’ll have nothing to worry about as far as the authorities go, although I would recommend becoming scarce.”

“No shit. Bye, Dom. Wish I could say it was good to see you, but…it ain’t.”

Domingo laughs, clearly taking no offense. “Goodbye, Rev. And you, Myka. Be well. My apologies to you both, once again.”

The call abruptly ends, and Rev tosses the phone back to Tony. “Uh, we good?” Tony asks.

Rev lifts chin. “Yeah. Take care, Tone.”

“You too.” Tony eyes me. “Sorry about this. I was just doing what I was told. Javier, he, uh—he don’t like it when you don’t do what he says.”

Rev pulls me into a walk, out of the room. “Save the excuses, Tone.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

We’re on the stairs, then, Chance and Kane behind us.

“Domingo almost seems nice,” I remark.

Rev laughs. “Yeah, he is. Friendly, easy to talk to. And he’ll shoot you in the face without losing that smile. But in his own way, he’s got honor. He said we’re good, we’re good. He’ll deal with Javi’s punk ass and I won’t hear shit.” A shrug. “As long as I don’t try to snitch, I can come out of hiding. The whole thing was about Javi. He’s been planning this shit for years, since that bullshit with his slut girlfriend.”

“Camilla,” I say. “Tony told me.”

He looks at me. “Never wanted her. He didn’t care.”

“I know.” I eye him. “Could you snitch?”

A bitter laugh. “I could end his whole gig. I was way inside.”

“So why did he let you go? From what I know of such things, men like him don’t let you go if you know too much.”

Another laugh as we leave the stairwell and head for a different elevator bank. “Too much TV, babe. I had his trust. Ihavehis trust. It wouldn’t be worth it for me to talk. I’d be dead within hours of the first word, and I’d get nothing out of it. Even if I wanted to be all…altruistic or some shit, take down Domingo’s whole thing? I’d need hard evidence, and all I got is my word as an eyewitness. And anyway, someone else would take his place. Like Whack-a-mole.” A shrug. “Nah. No point.”

“Tony said you were an enforcer for prostitutes.”

“Tony talks too fuckin’ much.” This is muttered. To me, louder, then. “Yeah, I was. Other kind of security, too. Protected drug shipments. Bodyguard for Dom, his wife, his daughter, Javi.”

“Why’d you get out?”

Another lift of a shoulder. “Didn’t like it. I didn’t like the prostitution angle, mostly, because that shit was more like slavery. Dom’s gotten out of it since, though. Too much heat, internationally. But when I was in it, it was bad. Made him a mint, but it was…ugly. I went to him. Gave it to him straight up, said I had some shit going on with Javi and I wasn’t diggin’ the human trafficking. Told him I had no interest or intention of talking, I just wanted a different life. Knew he’d keep tabs on me, but I’m fine with that.”