ep 2

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He placed a large envelope down on the desk. "Got the email from Martin just a few minutes ago and had these printed out for you."

I stared at the envelope for a beat before laying my fingers on it and sliding it toward me. A quiver of anticipation ran up my arms and I did my best to quell it.

"I didn't respond," Este went on. "He mentioned that the location of the wedding changed at the last minute yesterday, but he was still able to get everything done. I printed out the email. It's in there too."

I nodded and slowly opened the flap.

"Should I get anything more from him?"

I shook my head and slid the papers out of the envelope and onto the desk. "No, it doesn't matter. Martin is dead."

I glanced up to see Este staring at me with a stunned expression. “So soon?"

"Yes," I said absently, looking back to the paper in my hands. I skimmed the printed-out email. "What a shame, I liked the guy."

"I didn't," I said. "But he got the job done and that's all that matters."

"Kind of like the whores."

I pursed my lips. "Mmmm,” I conceded. From the email, Martin had done the job well. He had observed Salvador Reyes and his bride from a few days before the wedding and gotten photographs during the ceremony. "But killing women is always so ugly, isn't it?"

"You see," Este said, crossing his arms, "right there, that sort of shit surprises me. considering your women and all that." You know, issues with

I shot him a piercing look. “I don't have issues."

"No," he said slowly with an easy smile on his lips, knowing all too much. "Of course not."

It was in those moments that I hated Esteban Mendoza. Hated that he was my right hand man, hated that he was the closest person to me, even though that never amounted to much. I hated that it would hurt me so to kill him.

"Martin would have talked," I said to him. "Much like the whores. He did well. Don't worry, his wife and children will be taken care of."

Este raised his brows.

"With money," I I supplied quickly. "They will be fine without their father, who was stupid enough to get involved with us to begin with. I'm not cruel."

"Well, you're not shooting whores," he said. "And I'm not worried. You know I rarely worry about you."

"How touching," I said wryly. He walked around the desk and stood behind me, looking over my shoulder. I hated when he did that. “I'm interested in what you think,” he said.

"About what?"

"About her," he said while I slid a photograph out of the pile. “Mrs. Reyes."

It was black and white and printed on paper, making it less sharp than a photograph, but it did the job. It was a picture of a woman in a white strapless wedding dress, very fluffy and extravagant from the waist down. Her hands were clasped demurely at her front, her face caught in a nervous smile.

She was extremely beautiful but that was to be expected. The country's most flagrant excuse for a drug kingpin would never marry anyone less than stunning, and this woman, Luisa, fit the bill. But despite her body, with her round, perky tits and elegant neck, her long dark hair and classic face, there was another layer to her that immediately got me hard. It was this look in her eyes. They were so pure and soft, giving her a radiance that seemed to leap off the page.

I wanted nothing more than to have her on her knees, have her fix those round, angelic eyes on me and watch as I pinned her down and came right into them. I would take her purity and make her see the world for what it really was—a hot, sticky mess at the end of my ****.

"I bet she'd be a tight little ****,” Este leered over my shoulder.

I shot him a disgusted look. "She's not a *****, Este," I chided him.

"Not to you," he said, as I looked at the next picture of her, now with Salvador at her side.

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