Chapter Twenty-Three-Nico&Anna

Nico

“I don’t give a fuck what Sanchez says. He did what he did. Now, he can fuck off,” I growl.

She loves me.

“Boss, he wants a meeting.”

“No meeting,” I say.

Anna loves me.

I rap my knuckles against the desk and expel a breath.

I can’t just fucking sigh like a high school kid.

But this fucking meeting has gone on too long. It’s just Angel and Luc, business as usual, a daily recount of events and things that needed tending to.

But I want to leave.

My wife said she’s in love with me.

And I want to crow at the top of my lungs. I want to beat my chest with my fists. Strut around like a goddamn rooster.

“Uh, Boss, there is something else,” Luc hesitates.

“What?”

“Maria. She’s been hiding something,” he says.

“And?”

I know the little bartender has been hiding something. It’s probably why she set her cap at me at first.

“I don’t know, Nico. But that scuffle the other day? The guy I fucked up is a scout for Sanchez,” Luc says.