“Not really.”
He stands and buttons his jacket. “What can I do for you?”
“Absolutely nothing,” I reply without making eye contact. Instead I look at the asshole sitting in front of his desk who is just about to take another swig of his beer. “But you can.” I glare at him.
“What?” He frowns at me but Mason sits back down in his chair, realizing why I’m here. The asshole with the beer doesn’t though as he stares at me with his mouth hanging open.
I don’t wait for any further response from any of them as I grab him by his hair and slam his face down onto his boss’s desk.
Mason doesn’t flinch but his employee howls in pain while the other two guys scramble from their chairs. I don’t know if they’re planning on taking me on or they’re just getting out of the way, but right now I don’t care. I will deal with every one of them if I have to, but not until I’ve done what I came here to do.
“What the fuck, man?” the asshole squeals as I lift his head back up.
I lean close to his face. “You are never to go anywhere near her ever again. You understand me?”
He blinks at me in confusion as blood pours from his nose, and it only angers me more that he doesn’t know what I’m talking about. I grab hold of his busted nose and twist it and the sound of cartilage and bone snapping makes him scream. One of the men standing behind me retches. Mason doesn’t flinch, though. He has worked with me and Alejandro long enough to know how we operate.
I lean my face closer to the jackass who touched Lucia earlier and reminded her of her brother. “Lucia Montoya,” I growl at him as I pull his head back by his hair.
Realization dawns on his face and he whimpers, opening his mouth but coughing on the blood running down his throat before he can speak.
“When she has a meeting with your boss in future, you will be nowhere near here. If you should ever find yourself unexpectedly in her presence, then you should get yourself as far away from her as you possibly can as quickly as humanly possible,” I snarl as anger pulses through me.
He nods his understanding.
“And should so much as your breath ever touch her again, I will chop off all of your extremities before I bury you alive. You got that?”
“Yes,” he sputters.
I push his head back, releasing him from my grip. “Make sure that she never lays eyes on him again, Mason,” I bark as I turn to the door.
“Of course, Jackson,” he replies.