Oh, hell no. My employees weren’t privy to my past, nor did I want them in the middle of whatever was about to go down.
“Sexy waitress you got there.” Arturo unbuttoned his suit jacket.
Her hazel eyes lit up, inviting more of his compliments. Little did she know that she was toying with the devil if she continued to flirt.
I let go of my gun and poured Arturo a glass of bourbon. “I’ll be a minute.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
I wished he would. Nevertheless, I waved a hand at the kitchen door. “Come on, Sabine.”
She gave Arturo a long look, and he raised his glass, winking at her.
“Who’s the guy?” she asked in a giddy voice as we were winding through the kitchen toward the back exit.
“Someone you need to stay away from.”
“Are you going to be okay alone?” She sounded concerned.
I laughed as I opened the heavy metal door. “Have a good night.”
She placed a hand on my chest, batting her lashes. “Brian, you know you can talk to me.”
Her persistence was getting on my last nerve. “Goodnight, Sabine.”
Embarrassment washed over her before she stalked to her car.
I hurried to bolt the door, ensuring she didn’t return with the excuse that she’d forgotten something. If I knew her, she would. Not long after she’d started work here, she’d tried like hell to get into my personal business and in my bed.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked, walking back into the bar to stand in the spot where I had easy access to my Sig.
He toyed with a napkin. “I was meeting a new client earlier and heard all about the good food here. Color me surprised when she mentioned that Brian McCauley was the owner. I thought to myself, nah, it isn’t the degenerate who told me he was going to fuck my wife if I ever threatened him again.”
“That threat is still on the table. Your wife is hot, Arturo.” No lie there.
He liked them young and brunette, with long legs, tits that I could bury my face into, and lips that would seal nicely around my dick.
“Are you tapping your sexy waitress? I wouldn’t mind a romp in the hay with her.”
I rolled my eyes. “If I remember correctly, she’s not your type.”
“A man has needs.”
“What do you want? You’re not here because of curiosity, and you sure as fuck are not here to see how I’m doing. The Arturo I know always wants something.”
He played with his mustache as he pinned dark eyes on me. “Can’t an old friend stop by to say hi?”
I chuckled through a snarl. “We’re not friends. Never have been.”
He wrapped chubby fingers around his glass. “Oh, come on, McCauley. You and I go way back.”
To hell, that was. Those days dealing with Arturo were as dark as fuck and ones I didn’t care to remember. But he had been a necessary evil before Rosario hired me.
I checked on the bodyguard at the door. The thug hadn’t moved and was looking anywhere but in my direction.Smart fucker.
“Get to the point as to why you’re here. I have a long list of things to do.”
He chuckled “How’s your daughter, Fran?”
