Juan’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Let’s not pretend we’re friends.”
Dominic laughed lightly. “Come on. We’ve shared worse words and better drinks. What’s the occasion? Calling to ask if I got your little payment for the girl you 'stole’ from me?”
“It’s not stealing if I paid you.”
Dominic’s voice dropped a little and his yone was more mocking. “Took you long enough. She would’ve earned that money back in four years, maybe less. But sure. Since you paid, maybe I’ll leave her alone. Or maybe not.”
“I didn’t call to argue about her,” he said. “I want to know if you had anything to do with my shipment being almost taken.”
Dominic chuckled again. “What shipment?” he asked. Juan was not sure if he was playing dumb or completely innocent. “I didn’t know you had one. But now that I do, I
