“Appreciate it.”
“You care about this girl?” Smoke asks.
“Yeah.”
“All right, then we get her back.”
Leave it to Smoke to make the impossible sound possible.
CHAPTER 20
MARTINA
“Who are you?” A tall brunette with huge breasts glares at me unfazed and dressed in nothing but a G-string.
I push past her. “I need to see Eduardo.”
“He’s not here.” She slams her fists on her naked hips. “What do you want with him?”
I spy a man’s wallet and phone on the table. “It’s important.”
“I’ll let you know if it’s important or not.” Hard to pull off pompous when your tits are the size of honeydew melons.
“I know he’s here.” I nod to his belongings on the table. “Just tell him his sister’s here.”
“His sister?” She narrows her eyes. “He never told me he has a sister.”
I’ve dealt with my brother’s bimbos before, and he definitely has a type.
“I’m sure he hasn’t told you a lot of things about himself, and for that, I’m truly sorry, but right now, it’s urgent I talk to him.”
She throws me a glaring once-over, then yells out forEduardo, followed by curses in Spanish that end in calling me a bitch.
At least my Spanish is improving.
A minute later, my brother appears from the bedroom, zipping up his jeans, looking like he hasn’t eaten, showered or slept in the last week.
His sunken eyes widen. “What are you doing here?”
I throw a look to Miss Naked and then to him.
He jerks his head toward the bedroom. “Give us a minute.”
“Why should I leave? This is my place.” She arches her back, and her immense tits sway. “She’s probably not even your sister.”
“Believe me, no one would lie about something like that,” I deadpan.
She throws me one more dirty look, then flounces off into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
“Nice roommate.” I try to subdue the eye roll.
“She lets me stay here for free.”
“Of course she does. What line of shit did you tell her—maybe that you’re the mayor of San Diego?”
“Don’t be a wiseass.” He moves closer to me. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“Neither should you, but here we are, back in the shit, your usual place.”
