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As positive as I am about the butterflies dancing around in my belly when I remember the way his fingertips grazed my heated skin only a short time ago, and the tingling in my groin when the memory of his body pressed against me springs to mind.

Putty in my hands, hm?

Or did I mean that I’d be putty inhis?

CHAPTER5

SERGIO

“You cut off Javier’s fucking hand!” My brother Matteo thunders, slamming his fist on my desk later that night. “Are you insane?”

I shrug.

Maybe.

No, scratch that.

Definitely.

“He got handsy with the wrong person.”

“Who? The girl? How many times have I told you not to mix business with pleasure?”

“Enough so that I tune it out every time you say it?”

He stomps across my office and then stomps back to lash out some more. “I knew this was a bad idea. You trying to work a deal with the cartel?” He shakes his head. “It should have been me,” he grumbles.

“So that’s the big problem, isn’t it?” I say, jumping out of my chair. “That I’m the one who handled the situation. That I was the one who got the chance to make the deal!”

“It was a stupid decision made by the syndicate families,” he mutters. “And by Papa. Now look at the shit storm that’s blown in here because of the way you handled things!”

“Listen,” I say, standing in front of him. “Sure, maybe you’d have done things differently. Maybe you wouldn’t have gotten so fired up when you found out that he attacked an innocent girl. You’ve always had more patience than me in dealing with the real derelicts.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m gonna assume that’s some backhanded compliment.”

I grin at him. “Yeah, sure, assume away. You know what they say about people who assume, right?”

He flips me off and keeps pacing. “You sent a message to Becerra, and that was after he offered you a piece of his distribution.”

“If he was serious about working together, he should have gotten his fat ass here the other night instead of sending his dipshit crew in his place. But he didn’t give a damn. He sent his own message by not showing up. And that message was ‘hey, kid, get ready to eat shit pie and beg for seconds!’”

“Look, we’re close to taking full control of this city, Sergio. You’re about to hand Nate Torres a windfall for access to his pussy empire, and we could have had the chance to hook into another drug pipeline, the biggest one. Everything was in place until you fucked it up!”

“It’s not like I killed the guy,” I say, sweeping a hand through my hair.

“You made a statement,” Matteo groans. “And now we all have to deal with the fallout.”

“Look, I’m sure Becerra will make contact and we’ll see what he has to say. As far as I’m concerned, we’re even now. He disrespected me by not coming, I cut off his guy’s hand. He’s lucky I didn’t cut off the whole damn arm.”

“Yeah, and that would have made you even how?” Matteo’s eyes darken. “Tell me about the girl. Why was she targeted?”

I avert my eyes, fumbling with a pen. “She was with me when he showed up here.”

“Here at the club?”

“No, here in my office.”

Matteo presses a hand to his forehead. “And why was she in your office, Jesus Christ?”

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