“Did you tell Papa what happened?” I ask as I stretch my arms over my head.
Ana Sofia begins to chew her lower lip thoughtfully and shakes her head. And I know that I can believe her because my sister has never been a liar.At least, not when it mattered.
“Go home, Tati,” she instructs me in a quiet tone as she finally stands up. When I arch an eyebrow at her, she shakes her head to let me know she’s not in the mood for disagreements.
“What—”
“I’ll take it from here,” she tells me before she reaches forward to envelop me in a hug. It’s strange to receive affection from her, and I know she’s going to put her life on the line right now which is exactly what I didn’t fucking want.
“Not without you,” I reply stubbornly as I return her hug.
“This isn’t up for debate, Tatiana.”
“You’re right, it’s not. Get in the fucking car and let’s see if the boys are still swinging their dicks at each other,” I say as I pull away from her and start walking up the path again.
“Listen, if this gets too hairy,” she begins, but I cut her off immediately.
“If they won’t listen to diplomacy, then perhaps they’ll listen to the metal.”
She gives me a faint smile as she shakes her head and falls into step beside me.
Once we make it to my car, she informs me that she’ll follow me back to the building which means she’s come fully prepared to turn into Papa’s best killing machine.
I linger by my open door for a moment as I watch her begin to pull her hair back into a topknot, then shake my head fondly when she walks straight to the trunk of her car and pulls out a heavy black bag.
The smile isn’t for what I know she’s going to do.
It’s for the fox on her arm just below Papa’s name.
The same one I told her that she’d be able to keep to help her feel better.
And she did it the only way she knew how.
Chapter Six
Ana Sofia parked furtherup the street than I did. I give her the time she needs to slip her sharp objects into the waistband of her pants before she’s ready.
“This should be fun,” she tells me with a grin as we approach the front door together. Once inside, we head toward the room and find the guard sitting in a chair just outside of the door.
“Tatiana,” he greets me as I approach, and when his eyes fall on the woman beside me, I can damn near smell him pissing himself. “Ana Sofia,” he mumbles.
She smirks and jerks her head toward the front door of the building. He’s off like a fucking shot; where as I use words to get my point across, my sister will indiscriminately shed blood for the same purpose.
Once she’s satisfied that he won’t come back, she pulls both of the doors to the meeting room wide open and walks in with me on her heel.
“Qué tenemos aquí?” she asks with a smirk as she waltzes toward my empty seat at the head of the table and sits down. Ana Sofia kicks up her legs and gives each of the men seated an amused look. I walk over and grip the top of the chair she’s made herself comfortable in, then grin down at her when she looks up at me and sticks her tongue out.
She’s in a playful mood on the outside, but on the inside, the Devil would shit himself in fear knowing what she’s capable of.
“Sofi,” Enzo pipes up with a laugh. “How long has it been?”
“Not long enough,” she replies with an eye roll. I chuckle when he grits his teeth, then glance around the table until I spot the man that we were waiting for sitting at the other end. I lean down and tap my sister’s shoulder, nodding toward him. She drops her feet instantly, climbs up onto the long table, and makes her way toward him.
When she reaches him, she crouches down and peers into his eyes.
“Like I said, what do we have here?” she asks him evenly.
He glances toward the man closest to him, Guillermo Garza, who works for the boss of the San Ignacio cartel. Actually, the more I let him being here settle in, the more I’m becoming convinced that this is a fucking set up.