"This decision was made for you when you showed up at that fight and I spotted you across the room with my nephew. I always seek revenge Gabriel. I know all about your club and the man you call your President. You’re a pawn, Mr. Martinez. You and your club. One I plan on using."
"Leyna is a very beautiful woman. It would be a shame for something to happen to her." He says in a pleasing tone as he stands from his seat, buttoning his suit coat. His casualness of the situation pissing me off.
At his words, I turn and go to rush him when I feel a hand reach out and grab my bicep.
"Not here, brother." Reid warns me. And fuck if he’s not right. This is exactly why Santino chose a public place.
"Hijo de puta. Son of a bitch." I growl, stepping right into Miguel’s face.
"You give me what I want, and I’ll return your sister to you. It’s that simple."
"I want proof she’s alive." I challenge.
Pulling out his phone, Santino presses a button and places the phone to his ear.
"Put the girl on." After a moment, he hands me the phone.
"Leyna, Estas bien You okay?"
"Si hermano Yes brother, I’m fine. What’s going on Gabriel? These men—” That’s all my sister gets out before the line goes dead.
Reaching into the inside of his suit jacket Santino pulls out a cell phone.
"I’ll be in touch," he says tossing the phone at me without so much as second glance. All I can do is watch him walk out of the hotel with his men following behind.
When Reid and I return to the clubhouse, I head straight for Daniel’s room. I want the motherfucker dead. When I open his door, I see he’s not here. Striding over to the closet, I yank it open and see all his shit is gone. The fucking pussy ran.
"MIERDA! FUCK!" I bellow.
Chapter Seven
Alba
I awake with a start feeling nauseous. What the hell? I didn’t even drink last night. The pub Leah, Sam and I went to was very strict on checking IDs, not that I would have tried to drink. Suddenly my stomach lurches. I jump out of bed, running to the bathroom. I barely get the lid to the toilet lifted before I vomit, losing the entire contents of my stomach. With a groan, I pick myself up off the floor. Walking over to the sink, I look in the mirror. My skin is pale and my eyes have dark circles. Must have been something I ate last night making me sick. I’ll see how Leah is feeling when I see her this morning for coffee. She ordered the same thing for dinner that I did.
After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I pull my hair back into a ponytail. I decide to forgo any makeup before heading to my closet to pick out something to wear. With how I’m feeling today, it’s a yoga pants and t-shirt kind of day. Walking over to my desk, I grab my cell phone and keys, before heading out the door. When I make it to the café, I spot Leah sitting at a table in the far corner.
"Hey, have you been waiting on me long?" I ask her.
"Nope, just got here myself. And I already ordered for you."
"You’re a lifesaver, Leah. I need caffeine pronto." I tell her slumping in my chair. "I’ve been so tired lately. And to top it all off I woke up this morning sick to my stomach." Speaking of that reminds me. "Didn’t you order the same food as me last night? You feel okay this morning?"
"Yeah, I feel fine." She replies with concern. "You think it was something you ate making you feel sick?"
"I don’t know. Maybe. I feel better now though. Probably just a fluke. You know stress or something." I shrug.
Changing the subject. "So, my RA told me the girl who was supposed to room with me got an off-campus apartment. Looks like I’m all alone, unless you try to switch dorms. Didn’t you mention you’re not too crazy about your roommate?"
"Ugh. Don’t get me started. Stacy is awful. She acts as if everything about me offends her. My hair, my clothes."
"This is perfect." I say with excitement. "You have to see about getting transferred. Please." I beg.
"Okay, I’ll talk with someone tomorrow. Won’t hurt to try. Plus, I don’t think I can make it a whole year with Stacy. If nothing else, I’ll tell the school her choice of perfume makes my asthma act up." Leah grins.
"Wait, you have asthma? Does it get bad?"
"Sometimes, but I always have my inhaler. And I know all my limits. It’s fine Alba, I promise. Don’t look at me like I’m going to have an attack on you right now."