Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
I approach my guard Julio at the front door. “I’ll be back by Monday.” My home is over twenty-five thousand square feet and guarded by a dozen men at any given time, even though I have a much larger organization who often rotate throughout the day. For this trip I will also be taking several trusted men along with me to keep an eye on David as well as watch my back.
“Yes, boss.” He nods, understanding that he’s not to let shit go down while I’m gone or there will be hell to pay. David behaves all the way to the vehicle, keeping his antics to himself.
As we slide into the back of the SUV, I say, “We’re ready. Let’s go.”
“Yes, boss,” Jose says. He’s taking us to the airport.
My driver makes our way out of my estate through the large iron gates and onto the main road before my brother opens his big fucking mouth again.
“So if they give us a hard time, we cap them all?” he asks like an impatient child.
“No. If they don’t want the deal, we walk out. End of story, David. We don’t need to start a war over every single deal that doesn’t go our way. I’m not interested in going to war with people who aren’t even in our world.”
“Getting weak,” he mutters under his breath. “He’s only got a biker gang on his side, nothing more.” Martín has more than that even if he doesn’t let on. He’s not completely squeaky clean, but his hands aren’t as dirty as mine.
“Going to war over a deal with people from across the country isn’t worth it, David. Now drop the act. You know damn well you aren’t ready for any war. If you remember the last time…” He gets fucking sheepish when I mention it because he has no balls. He’s a big pussy who is all talk, and we both know it. The last time I went to war, he hid like a little bitch and let me clean up the mess he made, costing me men, money, and nearly my life.
“Fine, but at least I want to get some pussy while we’re there.”
“Fine. You can have your escorts, but I’ll end up sending mine packing.”
“We’ll see.” He winks at me like he knows more about me, but I crave power and money, not pussy.
****
We take a private flight to Las Vegas, which thankfully was uneventful because my dickhead brother was passed out almost the entire time. Although it pleased me to have some peace, unfortunately that meant his ass was hyped up for this meeting.
As we drove to the hotel, I could feel the tension in my shoulders increase. “Lighten up, Sebastian. You’re the head of the family and have the respect of everyone you’ve come across. This asshole ain’t shit. If he gives you trouble, we cap him.”
“Chill the fuck out, David, or I’ll leave you in the hotel room.”
“He’s expecting both of us, remember?” I haven’t forgotten. That was part of the deal. He wanted to deal with both brothers—not just me—because his reputation mattered.
The meeting is being held in one of Martín’s Vegas hotels. We enter the lobby of the hotel and check in. We head up to our suite because our meeting is in an hour and I want to change out of my rumpled attire.
After we’re both freshened up and in new suits which annoyed my brother, we head down to the lobby where we are immediately greeted by three of Martín’s men who direct us to a private set of elevators that lead to the presidential suites.
“Wait, our escorts should be joining us any moment,” David blurts out, halting outside the open elevator. Mortification and anger strikes me to the core, but I remain stone faced.
“No, Mr. Martín hasn’t approved it. They will not be welcomed. Please come in, or the negotiation will be off.”
“That is fine. Get in here now, David,” I order my brother, who follows without starting any shit. He starts typing on his phone, probably to alert them to wait. Can’t have them running off to find another pair of cocks for the night. I inwardly snarl. Already causing a scene over hookers. I could kill him myself.
We are patted down the second the elevator doors close. Once they see we’re unarmed, they press the codes and we begin to move—not that I need weapons to take on these fuckers. What they don’t know is that I don’t need guns to kill people. I snap necks easily.
We enter the large sitting room where Martín stands to greet us. “Sebastian Diaz, and you must be his brother, David.”
“Yes, I am.”
“Thank you for meeting with us,” I interrupt because I can see the way David is eyeing the woman walking into the room.
Martín’s eyes follow David’s and then he growls, “Mi amor, what are you doing in here?”