“What, Jax?” he snarls.
“I’ll be their fucking father, Alejandro.” I snarl back.
He licks his lips and leans back in his chair. “Seems you got this all figured out anyway.”
“You’re a stubborn asshole, you know that?”
“Yep.” He nods and I can’t help but smile. “You’re just a regular asshole though.”
I nod too. “Yep.”
“There was another problem at the club last night. I think we need a whole new team in there,” he says and for a second I have no idea why he’s telling me this.
I can only think of one and I hope that I’m right. “When do you want the new team in by?”
“Tonight, if possible. You think you can swing that?” he asks with a flash of his eyebrows.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“Good.”
I stand up and walk toward the door.
“When are you asking her?”
“Tonight. At dinner. We’re going for pizza. Matthias chose the restaurant.”
“You’re roping in the kid too? Smart move.”
“She’s going to say yes, amigo.”
“I know she will,” he sighs.
I stand awkwardly in his doorway.
“Alana will want to know as soon as possible. So swing by and tell her in person if you can.”
“Both of us or just Lucia?”
He nods. “Both of you.”
“We will.”
“You’re going to be my son-in-law?” he shakes his head.
“Don’t,” I groan. “You’ll be my fucking father-in-law.”
“You start calling me Papi and I’ll fucking end you.”
“Noted,” I smile at him and he smiles back.
“Good. Now get out of here. You got work to do.”