Page 32 of The Mob: Shio Cuppacio

Ines cleared his throat, smoothed his hand down his tie, and pushed out a heavy exhale again. This girl—his baby girl—was a beautiful, hot-ass mess. I could tell she had his ass by the balls.

“Hija, estoy en una reunión muy importante. Esto tendrá que esperar. Siéntate. Cena con nosotros. Soy Shio Cuppacio.”(Daughter. I'm in a meeting. A very important one. This will have to wait until later. Have a seat. Have dinner with us. This is Shio Cuppacio.)

Her dark brown eyes shifted to me, and that seemed to make her even madder. The frown on her pretty face deepened, and she stomped her fucking foot again while shouting,“¡Que le den a este tipo! ¡Solo quiero que me devuelvan la tarjeta de crédito! ¡Me da igual esta reunión!”(Fuck this guy! I just want my credit card turned back on! I couldn’t care less about this meeting!)

Ines chuckled and reached into his pocket. I watched as he fished for a credit card and, instead of being satisfied that she’d gotten her way, she was still fuming like a brat.

“Puedes quedarte con mi tarjeta. Me has avergonzado, hija. Esto pudo haber esperado.”(You can have my card. You have embarrassed me, daughter. This could have waited.)

Her focus went from her father to me. She licked her nude, glossed lips and spoke in her native language right at me.

“Me importa un bledo este americano. Que me bese el culo. Ahora, tarjeta, por favor.”(I don’t give a fuck about this American. He can kiss my ass. Now, card, please!)

Ines chuckled again, but with a red face as he held out his card. She switched to her father, but she had to pass me before she got to him. Looking her straight in the eyes, she paused in her stride.

“No tienes por qué importarte un comino, pero el negocio que tu padre y yo llevamos determinará si alguna vez podrás volver a usar alguna de sus tarjetas. Ahora siéntate y ven a cenar con nosotros antes de que cumpla tu oferta y te bese el trasero. Aunque no va a salir como quieres.”(You don't have to give a fuck about me, but the business your father and I are conducting will determine if you'll ever be able to swipe one of his cards again. Now… sit the fuck down and join us for dinner before I make good on your offer and kiss your ass. Except it's not going to go the way you want it to go.)

Her chest inflated as her breathing heightened. All eyes were on us.

“O tal vez sucederá como quieres.”(Or maybe… it will go the wayyouwant it to go.)

I stated the last sentence lowly so that she and I were the only ones to hear it.

I could feel the heat radiating off her body, and although her hair smelled like hookah smoke, the oils and perfumes she usedon her dark skin went well with the spicy attitude she came in here with.

Ines held out the card, and instead of taking it, she stomped to her seat and plopped down in it. No sooner than she was seated, the maid sprang into action. She turned the maid down politely when she offered up a plate, even though she was still shooting daggers at me. I didn’t give a fuck, though. I didn’t fuck with disrespect on any level.

“You speak fluent Spanish.”

Only then did I turn my gaze from the spoiled one to her father. “You didn’t find that out during your research?’ I taunted.

“Al igual que no descubriste que tenía una hija durante tu investigación. Supongo que todos tenemos nuestros secretos.”(Just like you didn't find out I had a daughter during your research. I guess we all have our secrets.)

Rubbing my hand down my chin, I shifted my eyes from his daughter, who was all in our conversation, to the older kids, who were now tuned in too.

“¿Secretos o debilidades?”(Secrets or weaknesses?)

“¿Que hables español con fluidez es una debilidad?”(You being fluent in Spanish is a weakness?) His thick brow rose.

“Now that you’re privy to it, yes.”

“You’re bilingual. Impressive.”

“I’m not bilingual.”

Ines stared me down, and I returned the jester before continuing with my leave. “I’m going to leave now. You folks enjoy your dinner.”

I pushed the plate that I hadn’t touched in front of spoiled ass. “Comer. (Eat)”

With a scowl on her face, she picked up the steak and chomped into it using her fingers. Juice dripped down her chin and into her cleavage.

“Fucking whore,” one of the older brothers whispered before snickering.

Another look from me had him shutting up. “Guard,” I spoke.

Confusion plagued Ines and Maura’s faces.

“Ponle la pistola en la cabeza.(Put the gun to his head.)”