Chapter Twenty-two
“Thanks for coming, Señor Gomez.” Sofia held up her hands. “I have no idea why he called a meeting to discuss the will. It’s pretty cut-and-dried, but clearly he isn’t giving up.”
“Sofia, if he contests it, his children get nothing. Doesn’t he know that?”
“This isn’t about you, me, or his kids. He wants Huerta Cigars and he’s going to do whatever it takes to get it. I think he’s responsible for the fire in the sorting building.”
“What? Oh my god.”
“That’s why I need to have some papers drawn up and get him and his family out of the house and off the compound.”
“I’m worried for your safety, Sofia. He’s a dangerous man and I hear he’s been meeting with Don Pablo.”
“Really? About what?”
“There is talk of the families banding together to form some super cartel. They
