Ninel’s sisters liked to flirt with men openly, so this couldn’t be a family event. While everyone chatted and sipped on more drinks, Pudica hawked at the guests suspiciously. Their clothing didn’t give away much about them except their wealth. The scar on the big man’s forehead and the illegible tattoo on the tall one’s neck said lots regarding their tough lives. Out of place was the bearded guy in a Hawaiian shirt who sat at the bar staring at her group. Bodyguards, Pudica speculated.
“Where are our friends?” She made emphasis on the last word.
“They’re all around us.” Ninel smiled, confirming Pudica’s suspicions on the guests’ identities.
The Fanjul women should have been nervous unless their composure meant they normally dealt with these culprits. But who relaxed with cr
