Page 29 of Loyal
Me: Can’t wait. Keep that pussy hot and ready for me, but don’t you dare come without my permission.
Mami: Yes, sir.
I laugh as I read the last bit in her sassy tone. As if she would obey me. She is a strong independent woman. It’s what I love most about her. I enjoy when she defies me.
“Ready?” Tiny calls out.
I nod and head his way. Within minutes we are on the road. The two-and-a-half-hour drive only takes us two. The roads are empty at this time of the night, and I have a feeling the cartel has diverted any cops that might bother us for the evening.
When we arrive, I turn to the prospect. “I know you have a lot to say. You let your emotions rule you. This is not a situation you want to speak in. You keep quiet or they will blow your head off, and we will help them clean up the mess. Understood?”
“Yes,” he says through gritted teeth.
He doesn’t like it, but if he’s smart, he will listen.
As a group we walk over to Medina’s guys.
“Passcode.”
I clear my throat. “Estar hasta las narices.”
The Spanish rolls off my tongue fluidly, making my mouth taste like ash. Other than the occasional word here and there, I don’t really speak Spanish. It reminds me too much of my childhood. My ability to speak it is the reason I am the point of contact with the cartel, though.
They can’t sneak anything by if I can understand them.
The man looks at me like he’s waiting for me to complete the sentence, then realizes that’s the complete password.
To be fed up.
Not the weirdest one I’ve ever had to say, but weird enough.
He nods and steps aside. “Welcome. We have your packages over here.”
“Thank you,” I tell him.
Tiny and the prospect go to load the packages while I accept the envelope from the man.
“Good doing business with you.”
“Hey, watch where you are going” I hear someone say from behind me.
I turn and see the prospect push on one of the Medina men. I sigh as the man pushes him back.
“He’s an angry kid,” the man says.
“Only eighteen with a fucking chip on his shoulder. If you have to make an example out of him, we understand.” I shake my head.
“Fernando,” the man calls out.
The man that was about to pummel the prospect turns and looks at him. They don’t say a word, but Fernando nods and backs down.
“He gets a free pass today. Teach him some respect before you bring him back. Next time, he won’t leave.”
“We appreciate your mercy,” I tell him, making my way over to Tiny and the prospect.
“You better have piss running down your leg because I just saved your life. You owe me a fucking life debt.” I smack him across the back of the head. “Get your ass on that bike and ride.”
He does as I ask, leaving me with Tiny.
