Tom' hand falls from the desk and he stares at me with loathing. Unable to help myself, I smirk back. He's trapped in a box of his own making, there's nothing he can do now. Still he tries to plead with Luis, his gaze softening to confusion as it swings back to my lover. "Why are you doing this, son? I've given you my home, my protection. I even gave you my son, Roberto, as a sign on good faith."
Luis stands, his body going from a supposedly relaxed position, uncoiling like a viper, tension and cold fury running though him. This man is the boss of an entire cartel, beautiful, majestic and lethal. And he belongs to me. Pride blossoms in my chest as I watch him face his nemesis.
"I am not your son, Garcia. I never was. You killed the only father I have in a dirty warehouse where I was mean
