Page 11 of Come Alive
Mateo cracked his neck, and I watched as he forced himself to relax. To unclench his jaw. To fall back further into his seat.
My fingers stroked his palms absentmindedly. They were littered in scars.
I watched as an internal struggle played out across his face. “The truth,please.”
“For the cartel,” Mateo murmured.
Stiffening, I made myself not react otherwise. “For the cartel.” I repeated the words, testing them out.
They weren’t a good flavor.
“And Kazi?”
“He was a driver. Until…” Mateo paused. “Well, that will be for him to tell you.”
My mind raced with the endless possibilities, but I compartmentalized. “But you were—are—the enforcer?”
“Yes,” he agreed. “But not for much longer. I made one last promise to him, the currentleader,and we are nearing the end of it.”
“And your father?”
“Dead. But he wascloseto the previous leader before they were both killed over a decade ago.”
“That’s awful.”
“No, they both deserved it,” Mateo disagreed, his voice turning to gravel. “They allowed scum into our town. Allowed a psychotic murderer to take hold. Emi—the current leader—is doing a much better job at keeping the peace. But…” Mateo sighed. “I’m not good with words, Yara. But I said I would explain. I promised to be honest with you.”
Rolling my shoulders, I released his hands and unbuckled my seatbelt.
“Mija,”he warned.
I had a habit of not listening to warnings. And this time was no different as I fell into his lap. Wrapped in his arms, I soaked in his strength. “Is it easier this way?” The unmistakable length of his cock dug into my ass, but I ignored it. “Now tell me about your father.” The pain in his voice speaking of the man had been unmistakable,familiar.
Mateo’s arms tightened, constricting around me. “He wasn’t a good man.”
“Neither was mine,” I advised. “But he’s dead now. Just like yours.”
Mateo growled.
Lifting up as much as I could, I whispered into his ear before nibbling it. “Tell me your pain and I’ll tell you mine.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game,Yara.”
He was right, but I needed a distraction.
Rolling my hips against him, I pressed my lips against his for a searing connection. “Iknow.”
Chapter 6
D
His Doll
Draised his sunglasses as he walked towards the large windows. It was dark outside, save for the lights from the airport. He watched as the private plane he knew Yara to be on took off.
Knew whose family owned it. Knew how many of the family’s men were trickled around this airport.
Mateo Magnar.
