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“Just a chick I ran into at a club. She’s nobody.”She’s everything. But that sentiment would remain buried deep down so he’d never see it.

He shuffled some papers on his desk, seemingly uninterested but I knew him better than that. He waited for me to slip and give him more information because Emilia had none. It was the only explanation for him knowing about Wynter. That bitch probably hoped to gain some points with the fucker.

“Just remember, Basilio,” he said, raising his eyes and narrowing them on me. “Women are only good for fucking. Don’t forget what happened to your mother.”

Anger simmered under my skin and red mist marred my vision. I was ready to pounce on him and strangle him with my bare hands, when Dante’s voice came through.

“We know that, Uncle. You taught us well.”

Too fucking well.

CHAPTER12

Basilio

Frustration clawed at my chest.

It had been several days and my father hadn’t eased up. Fucking Emilia! She had to open her mouth and blab about Wynter to my father. So now on top of riding my ass about the fucking Brennans and wiping them out of existence, he also rode my ass about Wynter. He wanted to know who she was.

I’d rather cut my dick off than tell him about her.

I’d never been so fucking happy that cartel came to visit, interrupting Father’s questioning.

Goddamn Emilia.

Apparently, she needed a reminder of who the fuck I was. Right after this, I’d go and teach the jealous wench a lesson. She was a greedy, power-hungry bitch. If there was one thing my father hammered into me, it was forgiveness made you look weak.

So after this meeting, I’d be sure to pay her a visit. And if something happened to Wynter because of her big mouth to my father, I’d fucking slice her to pieces.

The atmosphere around the room was tense. We met the cartel in one of our warehouses that also had a conference room for meetings with higher ranking members. I preferred not to take them to my establishments and Father pretty much left me free rein when it came to meetings.

I sat back in my chair and cracked my knuckles. I should be focused on the situation in this room, yet all I could think about was Wynter. Her last message to me said she was on her way back. And I knew where she had been. Of course, I knew that because of Dante.

He flew back early this morning after the fiasco at his casino. My woman was directly involved with it. Her girl quad squad was more trouble than I initially thought. What the fuck ever. She accepted me for who I was so I’d accept her for who she was. If she liked to cheat and steal, fuck it, I’d let her. Maybe I’d contain it to safe environments where I could protect her.

I’d finally see her tomorrow. I couldn’t fucking wait.

The burning need and worry concerning Wynter surged through my veins. I worried about what she and her girlfriends were up to and that she’d get herself killed. I worried about my father sniffing around her.

I fucking worried about her, period. I knew I couldn’t fucking handle something happening to her.

Dante’s shifting gaze flickered to me, warning me to keep my shit together. I would have my shit together when I shoot all these goddamn idiots, including my own father. I had no time for this shit and this supposed negotiation was a fucking waste of my time.

Sebastian fucking Tijuana could have called, instead of insisting on a face-to-face meeting. He should know by now that it’d be my way or the fucking highway.

“Ten million dollars for two truckloads and-”

“Seven million,” I cut the head of the Tijuana Cartel off, my voice remaining impassive. I heard the fucker’s brother gave Raphael Santos a hard time. Hence the reason for his untimely death. “One week. One truckload here and the other in Philadelphia. Take it or get the fuck out.”

I didn’t have time for this shit. There were plenty of distributors in the market and this fucker knew it. Sebastian Tijuana wasn’t dumb and certainly not ignorant to not realize he was overcharging me for the drug shipment.

A tense air crept through the room. I could see even from my spot my father’s complexion turning red, but thankfully he said nothing. After all, this was my deal and my warehouse. He hadn’t been successful lately in running his businesses. I might have had a thing or two to do with it, chipping away at him.

Payback’s a bitch and his payback is way overdue.

Maybe if he’d get his head out of his ass and stop obsessing over the Brennans, he’d notice it. Maybe even succeed in growing some of his own shitty relationships. His loss; my gain.

“Seven million,” Sebastian agreed, standing up. We shook on it and he was out the door.