Chapter Thirteen
The cigar barons had given RJ a day to consider their offer, calling for another meeting at Rique’s restaurant. Why not? RJ thought. The food was good and he wasn’t paying, so he could play the game as long as it got him what he wanted.
RJ sat across from Don Pablo, the smoke creating a screen of sorts between the two. Glancing around the room, everyone was again enjoying his father’s reserve cigars but Lewis. Lewis seemed to be hugging that stick he had up his ass.
“Lewis, relax,” RJ whispered behind the back of the waitress delivering their drinks.
“I’m tired, RJ”
“Well, I need you in the game, so get your head straight.” He slapped the ass of the waitress and then smiled up to the frown he received for his sexist attitude.
“So, Don Pablo.” RJ set his cigar in the
