Maldini’s POV
The call came while I was washing my hands in preparation to eat the Aguachile that the new maid had prepared.
My mother always prepared it for me and I had never been able to find someone who could give me exactly the same taste.
The new maid was from my hometown and i was hoping that hers would taste like my mum’s.
I muttered a string of curses as the phone was handed to me. I saw the tremor in his hand and ignored it.
I hated interruptions in moments like that and he knew that.
“Who’s calling?” I said gruffly, preparing to dig into the food.
“It’s him, patron.”
I closed my eyes and then opened it, collecting the phone from him and swiping to answer. This was a call I had been expecting and couldn’t afford to miss, not even at the expense of my darling aguachiles.
