The Acosta brothers walked into the private room like they owned the place. They took seats on the leather couch that was placed in front of the stripper pole.
They eyed me hungrily, as if I was their prey for tonight—a willing participant who wanted to get devoured by their dirty flesh.
Ha.
As if.
This was just a means to an end.
I discreetly looked around the room, trying to locate Simón, but I couldn’t find him. Just as I was about to give up, he stepped out of the shadows.
He let the darkness of the room be his cover.
He looked so unholy—like a demon who just walked right out of hell. His face was devoid of any emotion as he glared at the back of the brother’s heads.
There was no doubt about it.
He was ready for blood.
“You got some kind of kink or something?” Emanu
