“We’ll see.” He winks at me like he knows more about me, but I crave power and money, not pussy.
****
We take a private flight to Las Vegas, which thankfully was uneventful because my dickhead brother was passed out almost the entire time. Although it pleased me to have some peace, unfortunately that meant his ass was hyped up for this meeting.
As we drove to the hotel, I could feel the tension in my shoulders increase. “Lighten up, Sebastian. You’re the head of the family and have the respect of everyone you’ve come across. This asshole ain’t shit. If he gives you trouble, we cap him.”
“Chill the fuck out, David, or I’ll leave you in the hotel room.”
“He’s expecting both of us, remember?” I haven’t forgotten. That was part of the deal. He wanted to deal with both brothers—not just me—because his reputation mattered.
The meeting is being held in one of Martín’s Vegas hotels. We enter the lobby of the hotel and check in. We head up to our suite because our meeting is in an hour and I want to change out of my rumpled attire.
After we’re both freshened up and in new suits which annoyed my brother, we head down to the lobby where we are immediately greeted by three of Martín’s men who direct us to a private set of elevators that lead to the presidential suites.
“Wait, our escorts should be joining us any moment,” David blurts out, halting outside the open elevator. Mortification and anger strikes me to the core, but I remain stone faced.
“No, Mr. Martín hasn’t approved it. They will not be welcomed. Please come in, or the negotiation will be off.”
“That is fine. Get in here now, David,” I order my brother, who follows without starting any shit. He starts typing on his phone, probably to alert them to wait. Can’t have them running off to find another pair of cocks for the night. I inwardly snarl. Already causing a scene over hookers. I could kill him myself.
We are patted down the second the elevator doors close. Once they see we’re unarmed, they press the codes and we begin to move—not that I need weapons to take on these fuckers. What they don’t know is that I don’t need guns to kill people. I snap necks easily.
We enter the large sitting room where Martín stands to greet us. “Sebastian Diaz, and you must be his brother, David.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Thank you for meeting with us,” I interrupt because I can see the way David is eyeing the woman walking into the room.
Martín’s eyes follow David’s and then he growls, “Mi amor, what are you doing in here?”
“Damn. Is this why you didn’t let us bring our own pussy? You’ve got this sexy ass ready to give us. I’ll take her bare all night long.”
“You’re a dead man,” Martín roars. “Mi amor, go now,” he barks at her before his men have my brother pinned.
“Calm down, please. We meant no disrespect,” I say, trying to settle the mood.
“No, you probably meant no disrespect, but this piece of shit did. The deal’s off. Get the fuck out of my face before I decide to kill him for insulting my wife.”
“Are you going to let him talk to us like that?” David asks me.
“Si. Vámenos, pendejo.” I turn to look back at Martín. “I’m sorry, Martín, and I offer my apologies to Señora Martín as well.”
David’s fucking lucky the guy didn’t blow his brains out right there. I wouldn’t even have made too much of a fuss if Martín had. Fuck. You don’t tell someone you want to raw dog their wife to their face.
The second we’re in the elevator, I swat the back of David’s head. “Have you lost your mind?”
“What?” he asks, rubbing the spot with a pout on his face.
“What? You nearly got us fucking killed in there.”
“Relax. You’re a big pussy for a mobster.”
“A pussy? I could snap your neck right here.” I grab him by the throat and slam him against the wall. “The only reason I’ve let you get away with that mouth of yours is because you’re my brother, but you’re proving that you have no common sense. Do you have a death wish?” I let him go with a shove.
He swallows hard and tries to remain tough. “No, but that bitch was hot as hell. How was I supposed to know she was his wife? I thought she was like the arm candy I ordered us. I can’t believe he said we couldn’t bring them with us.”
“That’s because he respects his wife. He didn’t want whores in his suite with his wife you wanted to bang.” She was a beautiful woman who Martín seemed to treasure, and it was clearly written on his face that she was precious to him to the point he’d threaten to kill two mobsters. David needed to learn how to read the room because it was obvious Martín was already possessive the second she strolled in.