Los Zetas Cartel Collection (3 book series) by AJ Adams

Author:AJ Adams [Adams, AJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-11-06T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen: Arturo

Julia finally finished bending my ear, and then, mercifully, she went off. I found Solitaire in the kitchen, loading up a tray with food and looking distinctly sick. Mateo was there, leaning up against the wall instead of helping, the lazy fuck.

“Sirena, leave that. I’ll carry it inside in a minute. Come, sit down a second.” I settled her at the breakfast bar. She was protesting that she was okay, but her skin was clammy.

Mateo peeled himself off the wall but had the sense not to sit down. “Arturo, hi.”

“Mateo, wasn’t expecting to see you.”

“I came to pick up some papers.”

“Are you staying for a drink?” I let him know by my tone that he was to turn it down. Julia had gone, but Solitaire was still shaky, and I wanted some alone time with her. Normally I’d explain why, but I was irritated. He must have seen Solitaire wasn’t feeling well. That’s Mateo all over, though; he’s always had a chip on his shoulder. You’d think he would count himself lucky with a mother who adored him and a father who, although not married to his mother, provided generously for him, but all Mateo ever focuses on is that his birth certificate marks him a bastard.

Actually, Papa provided for Mateo’s mom, Mateo and all the other illigits when he was alive, and he spent time with them, too, just like he did with all of us, but he never made a will. As the only and eldest son I got the lot, so I handed out keepsakes and settlements to Kyle and the girls, and I made sure that all of papa’s illigits got their allowances, scholarships and college grants as usual. Papa’s accounts showed me who was getting what, and I knew it’s what he would have wanted, so it was easiest just to keep it going and to tell everyone it was his wish. It keeps his memory green, you see, and I value that.

Mateo never speaks about our father, good or bad, and now he was standing there, looking sulky. “I’ll go and leave you to it.”

Mateo’s flat tones revealed his hurt feelings, so I reconsidered. He can’t help being a stupid fuck, and he does work hard.

“Mateo, Solitaire got dosed with coke last night, and she’s feeling lousy.”

“I heard. That was a bad thing to happen.”

“Yeah, it was touch and go for a while and Solitaire is still shaky. Please, tell the guys on the gate to turn everyone else away, would you? We need some alone time to recover.”

Mateo suddenly smiled. “Sure. I didn’t realise. Listen, get better soon, okay, Solitaire? Anything you want from LA?”

“No thanks. Unless you can get me Hugh Jackman?”

“Solitaire,” I said firmly, “is clearly still cooked.”

“Yeah, I meant Chris Evans.”

Mateo laughed and took off.

“He says we’re old friends,” Solitaire said abruptly. “I don’t remember him.”

I could see she was a little freaked. “He saw you once at Escamilla’s. You called him a bastard.”

“That’s it?”

“It’s the worst thing you could have said.

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