Martin stands a little taller, "Boss, Arturo was deported this morning, and Juan is digging to see what the hell happened. Jimmy called, Juan has a friend in immigration, he's trying to find out
who reported him."
I narrow my eyes, "He won't be able to, right?"
Martin looks at me like I'm stupid. "No, he won't, it was an anonymous tip. He can look until he's blue in the face, he's never going to find out it was us."
"Okay, and you're telling me because?"
"Because, he's been calling the office looking for you." Jagger smiles at me, "The fucker is wanting your help to find out what happened to his cousin."
Of course he does, "I'll call the asshole, will you two find out where Mia and Lacey are?" I walk away and head upstairs knowing that they'll do as I ask. By the time I've finished talking to Juan, they'll have her location.
"Juan, you've been calling. Have I missed a meeting?" I don't schedule meetings with that fuck. He's a try hard, and I seriously wonder how the hell he became head of a cartel. The man shouldn't be left alone with a fucking plant, let alone an entire fucking cartel.
"Hey, Hudson, my man." My teeth grind at his words. "I've been calling because I need a favor." His words are hard to understand as he has a very thick accent.
"What do you need?" I can't help but smile, he's an amateur and asking me for a favor proves that.
"My cousin Arturo has been deported. I want to know who informed the authorities that he was here. Then I want them taken care of."
I smile, this could be a great way to get rid of one of my enemies and have Juan owe me one. "This is going to cost you."
He doesn't even hesitate, "I don't care. I want this done."
"I won't be able to get your cousin back, but I'll find out who informed the authorities. I'll be in contact when I have information." I end the call, that will keep that fucker off my back for a few days.
I dial Jagger, and he answers immediately, "Where are they?"
"Malibu. Martin has the car ready and waiting."
"I'm on my way down." I hang up. It's time to get my girl.
“Hudson?” Tina says as I reach the front door.
“Yeah?” I ask, turning to face her, trying to keep my anger in check.
“Your dad told me about you and Mia.”
My hand tightens on the door handle, “Let me guess; I’m not good enough for your daughter? I need to stay away. Mia’s a good girl, and she doesn’t need to be led astray by me.”
She tentatively takes a step toward me, “You’re the Kingpin Hudson. The drug lord, baron, whatever you want to call it. You’re the boss of a criminal empire. That’s not something I want my daughter mixed up in.”
“Shouldn’t that be Mia’s decision?”
She shakes her head once, “She’s been hurt enough, I can’t, I won’t let her be hurt by you.”
My nostrils flare as I try and tamp down my anger. Fuck, she’s pushing me. “I won’t hurt her. If Mia doesn’t want me, then I walk away. That is the only way I’m going to walk away.”
She throws her hands up in the air. “Why? What game are you playing with her?”
“I’m not playing a game.” I glance at Dad as he comes and stands beside Tina.
“Then why won’t you leave her alone?” She’s crying now.
“Everything is about what you want, isn’t it, Tina?” I say through clenched teeth.
“Hudson, don’t,” Dad warns me.