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“I’ll never ask you to, Ellie. I understand how stuck in the middle you are. I’ll shield you as much as I can. I’ll make sure my guys ask me before approaching you about anything like this. I’m certain Jorge meant no harm by it.”

“I never thought he did. And I’m happy he wanted my help and doesn’t think I’ll try to usurp his position. I won’t stand in your way, but I also can’t always make it easier.”

“I get that.”

“I know you do. That’s why I’m so comfortable right now. I’m not scared. I’m not even nervous or anxious. I don’t feel guilty either.”

“I think I should say thank you a little more thoroughly.”

I grin and nod. He pulls my bra off my wrists and flips me on my back. The submissive position with my hands behind me let me feel like Enrique had control of everything as I divulged complicated information that put me in a position where I had no control. I hate feeling out of control unless Enrique is there to reassure me he can handle it.

I reach my arms over my head, holding onto the end of the loveseat. He thrusts into me as I push my feet into the cushions, rolling my hips to match his movement. It’s short, hot, and fucking intense.

“Daddy, I’m ready to come. May I?”

“Yes,chiquita. I’m there too.”

“I want to feel your cum in me.”

I strain, my body tensing and squeezing around his cock as it pulses inside me. I gasp as I come back down off my burst of sexual euphoria. I’m pulled back to reality when Enrique withdraws. I want to wrap myself around him and keep us joined, but I know he has things he must do now.

“If you’re going to need to make calls or meet with your family, I can take Constantine for a walk.”

Enrique hesitates, and I realize that was a thoughtless suggestion. Being outside the gates will spike his blood pressure.

“Actually, you know what. I have some writing I should get done before I fall behind on a deadline. I’ve had a lot of time away from my computer, and I need to get back on schedule. I’m going up to our room.”

I grab my clothes and hurry to put them back on while he straightens his pants and dictates a text to have everyone meet at his house.

“Ellie, if it comes down to eliminating Jesus, do you want to know?”

“To satisfy curiosity or because you want me to do something?”

He stares at me in disbelief. “I amnotasking you to do a job for me. I meant do you want to know what’s going on? Or would you rather wash your hands of all of this?”

“Whatever you think’s best.”

He wraps his arms around me and gives me a kiss that leaves me wanting rounds two through a hundred of what we just did on the loveseat. A bigger part of me than I want to admit wishes I could be involved in this conversation, but it’s none of my business. I don’t want to get sucked back in any further. I’ll let Enrique handle it.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Enrique

“Jesús, no me importa una mierda.” Jesus, I don’t fucking care.

I continue the conversation in Spanish, too pissed off to think in English even though I’ve been speaking it for more than fifty years.

“We square up on your debt once and for all. You owe me for helping you secure your position. If you want to remain the boss, then you’ll fucking pay up. I want the Texas port and the border crossing in New Mexico for as long as I want. Your men not only won’t get in my way, they’ll also make sure my men can cross back and forth any time they want. Make sure Border Patrol doesn’t fuck it up.”

Thiscabrónthinks he has a leg to stand on to negotiate with me. He’s fucking out of his mind. I’ve listened to him give two excuses, and I’m unwilling to listen to a third.

“Shut up. I don’t care where your family is or who they’re involved with here. That’s your problem. You should have thought about that before you crossed the border. You can go back to Chihuahua and watch your plants grow. If you don’t, I’ll set fire to all of it.”

He knows I really mean all of it. Hundreds upon hundreds of square miles of crops that make his tequila, pot, and cocaine. I’ll leave nothing, and his enemies can pick him apart like he’s roadkill.

“Fine.”

“And?”

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