I wanted to get this meeting over so I could go back to Silvia. Our bath had gone longer than expected after Yoli’s tantrum, and I left Silvia right after I came inside her. Quino was waiting for me, and I didn’t want to be disrespectful toward him.
I just couldn’t get enough of Silvia. Even now, my dick was semi-hard thinking of her.
“Word around town is men are searching for a missing girl. There’s a 100k reward for information leading to her.” He slid a small picture across the table. “Your girl, only with brown hair.”
“Who’d you get this from?” I lifted the photo and stared at a younger Silvia. It was one of those school pictures and she was wearing a uniform. On her navy vest was aSanta Catalinalogo.
I did a quick search on my phone and found the private Catholic school located in Monterey, just south of Miguel’s territory.
“You know Steve’s sister, Cass? She owns the café?”
“Slay’s buddy’s sister?”
“Yeah, she gave it to Slay this morning when he went in for his daily dose of her. I mean his daily donut and coffee.” Quino snorted.
We all knew Slay had a sweet spot for Steve’s older sister. But my enforcer was in an MC and rode a Harley, two things that were dealbreakers for Cass. It was understandable. She’d lost her older brother Josh, a dude I’d gone to school with. Great guy.
Josh had wanted to join a club. We all talked about starting one together during our junior year. And that dude would’ve made it happen. He worked after school, then all summer long, to save money to buy a motorcycle. He’d finally achieved his goal and bought his Harley. A couple of weeks later, he was hit on his way home. He didn’t survive.
“What brought them to our territory?” I squeezed my hands into fists. Fucking Miguel knew our arrangement after the double homicide. We had a truce. I didn’t go into his territory west of I5 and he didn’t come into mine, east of I5.
“You know Miguel. He probably has hundreds of men searching for her.”
“And I brought her into our club.”
“Yes, and no less than thirty or forty people have seen her since you picked her up, including Javi.”
My gaze connected with his. “Where is he?”
“That’s the problem. We don’t know. He could be laying low until he feels it’s safe to come out.”
“Fuck!” I shot to my feet, knocking over my massive, solid oak chair. “Or he just got a hundred grand richer.”
“Or that.”
“We need to find him!” And I needed to put Silvia somewhere safe. I just didn’t know where.
“Already got men looking for him.”
“Good.”
“What about the people in the club? More importantly, Yoli? You done pissed her off, Jefe. She could talk.”
“Yoli is loyal to me.”
“But not to Silvia.”
I paced while squeezing my head between my hands. When I’d gotten the call GQ had been hit by a fucking garbage truck, all I could think about was finding the driver. Getting retribution for my brother.
Then I saw Silvia on the side of the road. She distracted me in the best way but not without severe consequences, it would seem.
“I just can’t hand her over to Miguel. He’s forcing her to marry a gangster to form an alliance. You know how that goes. She’ll be abused.” My gut squeezed sharply at the thought of another man’s dick anywhere near her.
“If he finds out she’s here, war will be at our doorstep.”
Quino was a couple of years older than me, and my cousin. Only he could talk to me this way, pointing out the holes in my ideas without me blowing up. That was why he was my VP.
I respected the fuck out of Quino. He got me through the worst years of my life, after my father’s death. He knew what really happened to my dad and kept it a secret to spare MamaVirgie. My mom had no idea my dad was a cheating, lying bastard. I didn’t want to hurt her, but…
