TAMARA
“Everyone is going to calm the f**k down!” I yell, and the men behind Xavier glare at each other, their guns still pointed at Marco.
Then they let out a disheartening laugh.
“Quiet!” Xavier yells at them, reclining in his seat.
He lowers his gun and orders the men to do the same. I glance at Marco, raising my brows. He tucks his gun away. I turn back to the men.
“We are here solely for business. Da…” I pause, retracing my words. “Father said you wanted coke worth ten million. The deal has already been initiated, and I am only here to close it. I do not care whether you think less of me. You are going to put your goddamn signature on the paper.”
Xavier crushes the butt of his cigar on the table. Then he claps his hand on it, leaning forward.
“Fiesty women turn me on, love,” hi
