I half run to the reception desk. “Excuse me, did you see where my wife went?” I ask.
The girl frowns. “Carlos,” she calls the doorman and he comes over from his place at the door.
“Did you see where Mr. Williams’ wife went?”
He frowns as he thinks for a moment. “Yes, she caught a cab.”
“Was she alone?” I frown as a million thoughts run through my mind.
“Yes, I believe so, sir.”
“Do you know where she went?”
“She asked the driver to take her to The Snake Pit,” the doorman replies.
My face drops. “Are you sure?” I frown.
He nods. “Yes.” He hesitates for a moment. “I thought it was odd.”
What is she doing now? Why does she go crazy and ruin my plans every fucking time? I hurry out the front and jump into the backseat of the cab.
“Where to?” the driver asks.
“The Snake Pit.” I glare out the window as the cab drives me through the night. I cannot believe her. I cannot fucking believe her. I shake my head in annoyance. Every time she gets a pea brain idea in her head, she runs off on a tangent and ruins everything. My mind goes to Vikinos and her damn stupid shooting spree that nearly got us killed-still could get us killed, if we are being honest. I had that all worked out. I was going to poison him quietly and nobody could have ever blamed me.
But no.
She didn’t even shoot the right guy.
It infuriates me just thinking of it. What a fuck up.
And now, just when we are about to actually meet someone who could make a huge difference in the price we get, she goes and does this.
She will fuck this one up, too. I can already see it coming.
She thinks she’s so gangster and can handle herself, yet when it comes down to it, she has no idea what she is playing at.
She could be up to an hour in front of me. Like a fool I waited for her to come back to the room.
I’m so fucking mad that when I do see her, she had better run. The cab finally pulls up in front and I slowly get out and look around. The club is in a slum area and looks run down. The bouncers on the door are as seedy as all hell.
I blow out a calming breath and walk in through the dark wood double doors in the dimly lit foyer. The club is large and has circular tables scattered throughout. The music is loud and sounds like Cumbia style. The place is about half full. I can see through an archway leading into another room and there are pool tables with low hanging lights hanging over them. My eyes scan the room for her. Where is she?
Where the hell is she?
The whole back wall is a bar and the waitresses are scantily dressed. One attractive brunette immediately catches my eye and she smiles sexily in my direction. Back in the day, she would have been right up my alley, but that was before I met Rosh and her ten personalities. I like about four of her personalities. I’m in love with about three of them and the other three I hate with a passion.
She’s doing my fucking head in.
I blow out a deep, steadying breath as I keep searching. A thick cloud of smoke hangs low in the air. Every person in this club is smoking some kind of cigar. My eyes roam from table to table, then I see her. Sitting at the back table with three men. My fury ignites. She’s going to fucking get it. I storm straight over to where she is sitting with three middle aged, overweight men, and I stand at the end of the table. She looks up at me from under her hideous blonde wig. “What are you doing here?” she asks flatly.
I glare at her. “I should ask you the same thing.”
She sips her drink sarcastically and it’s all I can do not to rip her by the hair from the table.
She raises her eyebrow. “Meet my friends.” She gestures to the three men she is sitting with. “This is Carlos, Santiago, and Mateo.” They fake smiles and reach up to shake my hand.
“This is my friend.” She pauses and narrows her eyes momentarily as she thinks. “Judas.” A trace of a smirk crosses her face, proud of her sarcasm.
I glare at her and start to feel fury run through my bloodstream. “Birds of a feather.” We glare at each other and I have no idea why she is so pissed at me, but holy fuck she’s about to know how pissed I am at her.
“Won’t you join us?” one of them asks.
“I’m going to the bar first.” I turn and head to the bar and straight to the hot brunette.
“What will it be?” she asks sexily.
I stare at her. Yeah, she’s hot. Smoking actually. I bet she is uncomplicated and normal.
Unlike somebody else I know.
I glance back over to the table and Rosh’s eyes are on me like a hawk. Screw her, she can sweat for a bit. I take a seat at the bar.
The waitress leans her elbows onto the bar and bends down to talk to me. “What’s your name? I haven’t seen you here before?” Her accent is as hot as hell.
I stare at her and without thinking lie. “Andre.”
She smiles sexily. “I’m Camilla.”
I smirk and nod. “How do you do Camilla?”
She smiles broadly and picks up the cloth and starts cleaning the bar. Her breasts are near hanging out of her skimpy top and I watch them bounce as she moves her arm. “What do you want, big boy?” she asks.
My eyes hold hers and I know what I want to say-what the old me would say-and then I am reminded of the infuriating woman sitting at the table with three other men. My eyes flicker to Rosh, and as if she can read my mind, she narrows her eyes and gives me the filthiest look she can muster.
I turn back to the brunette with renewed incentive. “I will have two Tequilas, please.”
“Sure.” She pours my drinks and I down them straight up.
Her eyes drop to my lips as I lick them, and hell it’s so fucking tempting to cleanse the Rosh from my pallet with this hot piece of ass. I blow out a breath and my eyes flicker to her again. She’s laughing with the men now and I feel the hairs on my neck prickle in jealousy.
“Where are you from?” the waitress asks, interrupting my thoughts.
“All over,” I reply, then I think for a moment. Maybe she will know something. “Tell me, if I had some jewellery to sell, where would I sell it?”
“What kind of jewellery?” she asks.
“I have an inheritance to sell. Gold, diamonds, a few rubies and sapphires.”
Her eyes dance with delight. “An inheritance?”
I nod and I know she knows that there is no inheritance.
“Most people sell things to Big Al.”
“Big Al?” I ask. “Where is he?”
“Teusaquillo.”
I nod, knowing that’s not far from here. “Do you have a number for him?”
She smirks as her eyes hold mine. “Don’t you want my number?”
I lick my lips; it would be so easy… stop it. “Not really,” I reply. “I’m here on work.”
She raises her brow in disappointment.
“Can I have the number?” I ask.
“Sure,” she replies, dejected. Camilla disappears into the kitchen and my eyes flicker over to Rosh.
What?
She is sitting on one of the men’s laps, laughing out loud. I start to see red.
Uncontrollable fucking red.
Camilla comes back and passes me a card:
BIG AL
0436990135
I fake a smile and take the card from her. “Thanks.” I stuff it in my pocket. I glance back and see Rosh and the guy now has his arms around her. “I will be back,” I snap, and before I can help myself, I’m marching over to the table.
“Get your fucking hands off her.”
“Hey.” The men all laugh. “Calm down, brother.”
I reach over and grab her by the arm and drag her across the table, sending one of the drinks flying. “Get outside,” I snap.
“I’m staying here,” she replies.
“The hell you are.” I push her in the back toward the door and she stumbles forward.
“Don’t touch me,” she yells.
“I will fucking touch you when I want.” I push her again and she shuffles forward.
We burst through the front doors and out onto the street and stumble down the road a bit.
“What is your fucking problem?” I yell.
“You!” She screams. “You are my fucking problem!” She folds her arms in front of her. “I know you have the diamonds, asshole. You can stop lying.”
Rosh.
My heart is hammering hard as we stand on the sidewalk. “I… I can’t believe I trusted you.” I stammer through tears.
His face screws up. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Don’t insult my intelligence!” I scream as I lose the small amount of control that I had.
“Don’t flatter yourself because you don’t have any.”
He has got to be kidding. Who the hell does this dick think he is? “That’s it, I’m done.” I turn and storm up the road.
“What are you raging about?” he yells as he follows.
“Go away.” I pause and look up for a moment as the skies open and huge raindrops start to fall sporadically. Oh great, it’s going to pour down now. I keep power walking up the road.
The downpour comes loud and heavy and we start to run to find cover. I cross the road to stand under an awning from a bakery, and he follows and stands next to me.