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“But what are you doing here?” Yvet asked.
I turned back to the food, feeling that tingling sensation in my spine as they resumed their staring. “I’m making breakfast.”
“Yvet!”
I startled at the growled voice and whipped around just as Yvet did. Miguel was glaring at the woman from where he sat. I wondered if he’d witnessed the entire exchange.
Yvet fluffed her hair and batted her eyelashes. “Sí, Miguel?”
“Leave her the fuck alone,” he ordered. “And set the table or something. Make yourselves useful.”
They made huffing noises of displeasure but immediately moved to obey him. I stood there in shock at the blatantly disrespectful way he’d spoken to them and their willingness to immediately do what he’d ordered.
Like he was some sort of king or god.
I glared at him and he pretended not to notice, turning his attention back to Zeke.
This really was a strange world, and I wondered if I’d fit in at all.
Chapter Eighteen
Miguel
Lorenalookedpissed.
I didn’t know her well enough, but I knew a pissed off woman when I saw one.
I probably shouldn’t have gotten involved in that little showdown with the club putas. That was women shit. And if I wanted Lorena to be a part of my life, she was going to have to learn to fend for herself against those women.
But I needed to let them know that she was mine. And I wasn’t going to tolerate any disrespect towards her. Had that been a disservice? I didn’t know. But it seemed to piss her off. She stormed her way through finishing the rest of the meal. By the time it was ready, the entire compound smelt like you could eat through the fucking walls.
I watched as Lorena piled food onto a plate and walked towards us to set it in front of Zeke. She smiled at my son, and the way he looked back at her?
Fuck.
I didn’t think a heart could beat so fucking fast. I didn’t think it could swell with emotion.
After that shitty experience with Zeke’s mom, I was almost afraid he wouldn’t smile at another woman–or anyone–in his life. That he wouldn’t trust. But just the fact that he smiled at her, after so little time, spoke fucking volumes.
My son trusted Lorena.
And so did I.
Which made her anger even more confounding.
“Nena.” I stopped her before she could walk away. Her glare shot to me. “We good?”
Her expression seemed to shut off immediately. All emotion locked behind a vault.
Fuck.
“Great,” she responded, though her expression was tight.
I was spared having to reply at that moment because Loco’s crazy ass sauntered into the kitchen. “Ujules, that smells fucking good.” He eyed Lorena, a smile twisting his lips that made a growl trap inside my chest. “Damn, beba, you looking for a husband to feed?”
My palms slammed down against the top of the bar, chair scraping back as I stood up and stared down my prez. Loco turned his attention to me, his gaze bright with a challenge.
He was my best friend, my fearless leader, and yet I wouldn’t hesitate to kick his fucking ass if he kept flirting with my woman.
