Lights flashed against the window of our limousine; it was time for the charity event we attended every year. A host of high-profile families and local political figures showed up, and it was all under the guise of charity work, but we did some business deals here at the same time. Everyone agreed the event was neutral ground and no gunfire should be shed, but if Tulio and Emers caused s**t, I would have no choice but to engage. Sonya stepped out of the car, and I held her hand, indicating to cameras to take photos. Then I placed a hand on her lower back and strolled into the Hilton Chicago. Remo spoke into the headset, leading a team of men to surround us as we entered the building without going through security. I smiled at a few guests as I squeezed Sonya’s backside.
“You look sexy ton
