Chapter Seventy

Nicholas's POV:

While Talia was still asleep, making soft snores, I flew out to Texas to check in on the construction project and also take care of a leech problem by name, Ortega Lovato.

"Ortega has been flying low, man. Mostly under the radar. I don't trust it," Zack told me, lighting a cigar.

"He is not flying low," I corrected, "Not even a little bit."

We were in a quiet corner, in a VIP booth in one of my bars, after getting back from checking the progress of the new space. The building project in Texas was almost ready. It was looking good, too.