I snatched it out of his hand and stuck it into my pocket. “No. Make sure Javi is off the property. Take his burner phone and destroy it. Anything he has that belongs to the club, confiscate it.Then warn him if he ever goes against us, he and his mother are as good as dead.”
“Got it. Where are you going?”
“I don’t know. I can’t see her right now.” I wanted to spend time with her but shouldn’t. She was an Avila and fifteen years younger than me. On the bright side, she was old enough for me to fuck. But after finding out who she was, I wouldn’t touch her with a ten-foot pole.
“Are you going to tell her how you’re both connected?”
“Always gotta ask the hard questions, don’t you?” Of course, he did because if he didn’t, I might go off the rails. I was slightly impulsive with most things in my life. If it wasn’t for Q, I’d probably be locked up and serving a life sentence.
“Just doing my job, Prez.” He winked and left the room. “Don’t leave without bringing someone with you!”
I raised both hands and flipped him off.
“I know you’re flipping me off right now,” he hollered, then slammed the front door behind him.
Damn, did he have eyes in the back of his head? Nah, he just knew me that well.
What good would it do to tell Silvia who I was to her? She probably didn’t remember me. All it would do was resurrect old pain for both of us. Tonio was dead, anyway.
But Miguel was alive and kicking.
Wait a second…
Silvia had called herself a runaway bride. She was afraid of being found and whathe,presumably Miguel, might do when he caught her.
Was she being forced to marry someone she didn’t love?
The fucking plot thickened.
At twenty-two, Silvia was an adult. I should treat her like one. Give her the choice and opportunity to decide what she wanted to do.
I took out my phone and pulled up my security app. She wasn’t in Letty’s room or any of the other rooms. Not in the kitchen or any of the bathrooms. Yes, I had cameras in the bathroom. I wasn’t a sick fuck who watched chicks on the toilets. But I had to have eyes everywhere in the building, in case someone tried to betray the club, including me. Cameras protected all of us.
Finally, I found her in the bar with Letty and Blanca. The three of them seemed to be getting along fine. Silvia stirred a cocktail straw in her orange-fruity-looking drink. She took a sip and stirred some more. Another sip and swirled the straw like she was making a design. The sight of her was hypnotizing.
This girl was dangerous.
I needed to stay away from her, but I didn’t know if I could, now that I knew her age, and who her brother was.
To be fair, she hadn’t done anything to hurt me. Her fucking brothers were the evil ones straight down to their core. She had to know how truly awful they were.
Or she didn’t have a clue. Maybe she’d been abused by Miguel. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d treated her like a piece of shit like everyone else in his circle.
I turned off my phone before I didn’t have the strength to resist Silvia Avila.
A ride would be good. I could get lost on the open road, check out the property. Stop at the Cocky Cactus for a drink or ten, and some entertainment. After getting my fill, I’d return to the clubhouse tonight. Sometime after Silvia had gone to bed.
“Hey, boss.” Slay was leaning against the porch rail. “Going somewhere?”
“For fuck’s sake, I’m a grown fucking man.” I stomped down the steps and went to my hog.
“You are. But you know the code. Never let a brother ride solo.” He straddled his seat and put his dark shades on. I hadn’t even heard him drive up, but that was Slay, stealthy and suave.
“How long have you been waiting?” I shielded my eyes from the sun, which was still high in the sky and brighter than when I got to the bunkhouse. Once the clouds cleared out, the day had heated up. Sweat instantly beaded above my brow.
“Not long.”
I cocked my head at him. “Did Quino send you?”
