much.”
“All right. I want to get this handled before then, though. Leave it to me. Give me your number and I'll let you know how things progress.”
She nodded, pulling out her cell phone and texting him. “That's my number. Please text before you call. Esteban doesn't know I have this phone, so no worries there.”
Axl checked his cell phone, making sure he'd received the text and he had the number. “Looks good. I'll contact you within the next day or two.”
Trista reached into her purse and pulled out a plain white envelope, sliding it across the desk. “I don't know your rates, but I think that should get us started.”
Axl took the envelope. It was thick, and when he peeked inside, all he saw were Franklins. “That works. Just lay low and wait to hear from me. If that bastard shows up again, let me know. Otherwise, don't call me, I'll call you.”
She nodded and walked out without saying a word. Axl couldn't help but admire her ass as she left. Once she'd gone, he sat back at his desk and considered the enormity of what he'd just undertaken. Esteban Morales? The Cartels? What the fuck was he thinking?
He felt the envelope again and sighed. He wanted to get this over with quickly, so he picked up his cell phone and dialed.
CHAPTER SIX
Trista pulled into the garage and saw that her husband had arrived. When she hadn't been able to reach him, and he hadn't made it back by morning, she had decided to take a chance and visit Axl. She had stopped by a few stores and done some incredibly fast shopping so she'd have a cover story.
She walked into the living room and saw her husband sitting in his favorite chair. What caught her attention, however, was the young and attractive Hispanic female sitting on the couch who glared at her as she entered.
“Where the hell have you been?” Esteban asked her by way of greeting.
“I did some shopping, didn't you get the note? Besides, you were the one who was late,” she said, looking the female over but not speaking to her yet. She wondered if her husband planned to take her to bed with them. So far he hadn't expressed much interest in threesomes, but she knew most men wanted to try them.
“Anyway, this is not a day for bickering. This is a day for celebration!” Esteban said, standing and clapping. The female on the couch still didn't seem very happy.
“Trista, my wife, I would like you to meet my sister Rosita,” Esteban said with a smile.
Trista dropped her shopping bags along with her jaw. She had forgotten all about Esteban's long lost sister. He'd supposedly lost touch with her years ago, and had been trying to find her since before Trista met him.
“Rosita? You finally found her?” Trista said.
“Si! It took a lot of time and plenty of money, but I finally have my little sister back home!” Esteban said.
“You mean you finally have me under your thumb,” Rosita said with contempt.
Trista was confused. “I don't understand?” she said, looking back and forth between the brother and sister.
“Ah, my sister Rosita, my parents were very aged when she was born. They called her a miracle baby. She never quite adjusted to being so much younger than me, or perhaps it's me that never adjusted. I couldn't help but think of her as a daughter more than a sister,” Esteban said.
“How old are you Rosita?” Trista
“All right. I want to get this handled before then, though. Leave it to me. Give me your number and I'll let you know how things progress.”
She nodded, pulling out her cell phone and texting him. “That's my number. Please text before you call. Esteban doesn't know I have this phone, so no worries there.”
Axl checked his cell phone, making sure he'd received the text and he had the number. “Looks good. I'll contact you within the next day or two.”
Trista reached into her purse and pulled out a plain white envelope, sliding it across the desk. “I don't know your rates, but I think that should get us started.”
Axl took the envelope. It was thick, and when he peeked inside, all he saw were Franklins. “That works. Just lay low and wait to hear from me. If that bastard shows up again, let me know. Otherwise, don't call me, I'll call you.”
She nodded and walked out without saying a word. Axl couldn't help but admire her ass as she left. Once she'd gone, he sat back at his desk and considered the enormity of what he'd just undertaken. Esteban Morales? The Cartels? What the fuck was he thinking?
He felt the envelope again and sighed. He wanted to get this over with quickly, so he picked up his cell phone and dialed.
CHAPTER SIX
Trista pulled into the garage and saw that her husband had arrived. When she hadn't been able to reach him, and he hadn't made it back by morning, she had decided to take a chance and visit Axl. She had stopped by a few stores and done some incredibly fast shopping so she'd have a cover story.
She walked into the living room and saw her husband sitting in his favorite chair. What caught her attention, however, was the young and attractive Hispanic female sitting on the couch who glared at her as she entered.
“Where the hell have you been?” Esteban asked her by way of greeting.
“I did some shopping, didn't you get the note? Besides, you were the one who was late,” she said, looking the female over but not speaking to her yet. She wondered if her husband planned to take her to bed with them. So far he hadn't expressed much interest in threesomes, but she knew most men wanted to try them.
“Anyway, this is not a day for bickering. This is a day for celebration!” Esteban said, standing and clapping. The female on the couch still didn't seem very happy.
“Trista, my wife, I would like you to meet my sister Rosita,” Esteban said with a smile.
Trista dropped her shopping bags along with her jaw. She had forgotten all about Esteban's long lost sister. He'd supposedly lost touch with her years ago, and had been trying to find her since before Trista met him.
“Rosita? You finally found her?” Trista said.
“Si! It took a lot of time and plenty of money, but I finally have my little sister back home!” Esteban said.
“You mean you finally have me under your thumb,” Rosita said with contempt.
Trista was confused. “I don't understand?” she said, looking back and forth between the brother and sister.
“Ah, my sister Rosita, my parents were very aged when she was born. They called her a miracle baby. She never quite adjusted to being so much younger than me, or perhaps it's me that never adjusted. I couldn't help but think of her as a daughter more than a sister,” Esteban said.
“How old are you Rosita?” Trista
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