I snorted, but it was Stan who informed us, “TheLobos Rojoshave a branch in New York.”
Raisin jumped, but I peered at him over my shoulder. “Does the mob allow cross-continental moves because a worker bee has fallen in love?”
“They do when the boss is the cousin of said worker bee.” His own amusement dripped through the statement as my sister fawned around Miguel and Miguel stared at her like she’d set the moon and the stars in the sky.
Was this the makings of an Irish Juliet and her Mexican Romeo?
Without the tragedy, hopefully.
She’d had enough of that in her life.
“We need to leave, Neev,” I called, hating to break this up, but I had a feeling their chat wouldn’t stop anytime soon.
She peeped at me with puppy-dog eyes that I’d literally killed for in the past, and like the sap she made me, I huffed.
Stan rescued me by ordering, “Five minutes. We’ve scheduled air space, Neev.”
The puppy-dog eyes faded, but she didn’t sass him like she would have Lucas or Cade. Instead, she turned back to Miguel and threw her arms around him as if her world started and ended with him.
“Such a drama llama.”
Raisin nodded. “Did she stay in her room last night?”
I glanced at Stan. “I don’t know.”
“I have a feeling Miguel was her guard and that he didn’t stay outside her room.”
“Fuck.”
Raisin winced. “How are we supposed to pretend that we went to Florida if she ever tells Ma how they met?”
“We’re so screwed,” I agreed glumly, but I had to chuckle—just our luck.
“Whyaren’twe going there?” Raisin asked Stan.
“Because the Sunshine State is a hotbed of clusterfuckery right now and my ties to the Russians who own that turf arenotas strong as the Five Points’. My brother-in-law runs Vegas, so you’ll be nice and safe?—”
“But Lucas asked them if we could stay,” she blurted out.
Stan shrugged.
That was the only answer he gave her.
Raisin squinted at him. “You have control issues, don’t you, ‘man we only met yesterday?’”
“After being hauled off a plane by cops that worked for Martinez? Yeah, I have control issues. At least if that happens once we cross the border, I’ll know what the fuck’s going on and will be able to control it in Vegas. Florida, not so much. Which means I’m not leaving you there.”
As for me, I was more than happy with the promise of a fuck in one of his brother-in-law’s hotels…
Despitehim being a squirrelly secret hoarder.
I’d shove my standards to the side like any good hypocrite—he owed me at leastthreeorgasms.
Surprisingly, my dogged sister conceded with a gasped: “They hauled you off the plane?”
For the first time, that serene expression faltered. “Cops waited for me on the airbridge.”
“Mary, mother of Jesus.”
