“Indeed it has. We should try to meet on morejoyousoccasions rather than wait until shit hits the fan.”
Jorge grinned. “In this case, the shit you are referring to is your little brother.”
“He’s always been a little shit to me.”
Jorge laughed, and then his gaze fell on me. “Who is this beauty?”
Castello wrapped his arm around my waist, his fingers digging into my hip. “This is Tatum Linscott.”
Jorge’s eyes grew wide, his lips twitching at the corner. “TheTatum Linscott?”
Castello and I both stiffened, but I gathered all my courage and smiled as I held my hand out to Jorge. “It seems like my reputation precedes me.”
Jorge took my hand gently. “It certainly does.” Jorge turned to Castello. “I can see why you chose her.”
Castello smiled a fake smile. “She is quite the woman.” He glared in my direction, and I swear I could hear him scolding me because I had spoken what he would deem as out of place.
More people came walking into the lounge, mostly half-naked women, and a few suited men. They were all laughing and talking, obviously looking to have a great time.
Castello noticed the crowd. “I see you brought quite the entourage.”
“You know me, Castello. I love a huge crowd eager to have some fun.” Jorge winked suggestively, and I was immediately grossed out by him.
“Come, let’s have a drink.” We walked over to a set of leather seats at the corner of the lounge. Jorge sat down opposite us, his eyes darting between me and Castello as if he were amused with us somehow.
“You know your brother wants her dead?” The way Jorge said it sounded like he wanted to discuss the damn weather.
Castello didn’t even flinch, but my heart felt like it wanted to rip out of my throat.
“My brother has always had a problem with the women in my life.” Castello’s reply was smooth, unfaltering. “It seems he has some trouble finding his own.”
Jorge snorted. “It’s different with this one, Castello.”This one. As if I wasn’t even there. “Word on the street is there’s a hefty reward for the one who brings him her heart.”
“Word on the street is that Vico is in way over his head.” Castello’s demeanor remained unchanged, unaffected by the direction this conversation was going.
Jorge and Castello stared at each other for a few more seconds before Jorge clapped his hands together. “Okay. So, before we get to business, we need to start the evening off right.”
Castello stiffened, yet he didn’t take his eyes off Jorge.
Jorge summoned one of the men standing behind him. The man scurried around the couch, and the little plastic bag in his hand caught my attention. I watched as he poured white powder onto the glass table in front of us.
White powder?Cocaine.Jesus.
The man sliced through the powder with a thin rectangular blade, moving so fast that it was clear this wasn’t his first rendezvous with this stuff.
Jorge looked at me, holding out a rolled-up one hundred dollar bill. “Ladies first.” My heart was no longer in my chest. It was in my belly trying to tear its way out of me.
Castello leaned forward. “I’m afraid she won’t be using tonight.”
Jorge lifted a brow. “May I ask why not?”
Castello grabbed the rolled up bill and leaned down toward one of the white lines. “I prefer the women I feed my cock to to be sober.” And then he snorted up an entire line. An entire line of cocaine.
Jesus Christ.
He sat back up, sniffing and snorting, acting like I wasn’t even there.Good God.Castello was using drugs. What the fuck was this?
Jorge sniffed up two lines before sitting back. “That’s where we differ, Castello. I prefer my women drugged up and willing, rather than sober and stupid.”