Billionaire's Seduction: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE (Alpha Billionaire Romance Collection) (BBW Pregnancy Marriage of Convenience) by Betsy Poole
Authors: Betsy Poole
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bullets under my face mask. This of course all changed when they jerked the mask off and I found myself facing the single biggest Mexican I’d ever seen.
He was sitting, so I didn’t know how tall he was, but judging from the sheer muscle mass of his upper body, my guess was that he was clocking in at 250 or 275, and none of it was fat. It was all hard, prison built muscle tattoos covering virtually every inch of his frame. He was bald with a thin mustache, and his black eyes were cold and appraising. They were the kind of eyes that had seen the very worst in humanity and had probably perpetrated some of that horror they had witnessed.
What made the scene all the more scary was that were sitting in a warehouse that stunk of gasoline, sweat, and burning hair. And resting on the table in-between us was a four foot long machete. It looked like it was so sharp that my new friend could easily cut me in half and then go and cut through a dozen aluminum cans and then easily dice tomatoes for sandwiches after he was done. The bruiser slowly caressed the blade with his fingertips leaving smudges of condensation on the silver blade.
“So, my friend, my first question for you is, where’s Juan?” I was expecting this. I wasn’t expecting it to be the very first question, but I knew it was coming. “The last we heard of him he was looking into something for your boss and then he just up and disappeared without a trace. And trust me, that ain’t like Juan to just disappear without letting me know where he was going.”
“My employer actually has the same question,” I was trying to keep a tremble out of my voice and mirror the way my new friend was speaking. It was probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, especially since I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the machete. “He disappeared on us, too, and all we want to do is find him and make sure he’s okay.”
“That sounds very sweet of you, hermano. I like it that your boss has taken such an interest in his whereabouts. Or maybe, maybe Junior just sent you out here to cover his tracks. Maybe Junior got mad at Juan for not getting him what he wanted and decided to hurt him for not finding it.”
“Junior would not do that. He values your partnership and the relationship you’ve built over the years. He knows that if he did something to disrupt that partnership that it would do nothing but harm his business. He is very fond of you and the money you make together.”
I might be a crude son of a bitch 90% of the time, but when I’m backed into a corner, I can be one silver tongued devil. My charm levels are usually at their best with women I’m trying to get in the sack, or if I’m about to piss myself because I’m about to be hacked to death with a machete.
“All we want, sir, is for our relationship to continue as it has been, and to find out where Juan is so we can continue working through him.”
The bruiser leaned back away from the blade—the first time he hadn’t been touching it since I was unmasked—and contemplatively stroked his thin mustache. We sat in silence for five minute and I could feel my bladder turning to jello. Finally he spoke.
“Okay, I believe you. I’ve known Junior for ten years now, and I know he wouldn’t do something like hurt one of my brothers. He maybe power hungry, but that fat bastard isn’t stupid, is he?”
“No, he isn’t.”
“The thing is, we don’t know where Juan is either. He’s just gone, no sign of him. And that’s just not like him. The man is a rock and a family man. He’s got a wife and eight kids, and all of them are going out of their minds.”
“I imagine.”
“I mean, I’m taking care of them until he comes back. But I’ve got a life, too. I’ve got a lot of things to handle and a lot of people to answer to back home. I don’t need Juan’s old lady calling me every couple of hours asking if we’ve found him yet. All this shit is frustrating, bro.”
“Yeah, tell me
He was sitting, so I didn’t know how tall he was, but judging from the sheer muscle mass of his upper body, my guess was that he was clocking in at 250 or 275, and none of it was fat. It was all hard, prison built muscle tattoos covering virtually every inch of his frame. He was bald with a thin mustache, and his black eyes were cold and appraising. They were the kind of eyes that had seen the very worst in humanity and had probably perpetrated some of that horror they had witnessed.
What made the scene all the more scary was that were sitting in a warehouse that stunk of gasoline, sweat, and burning hair. And resting on the table in-between us was a four foot long machete. It looked like it was so sharp that my new friend could easily cut me in half and then go and cut through a dozen aluminum cans and then easily dice tomatoes for sandwiches after he was done. The bruiser slowly caressed the blade with his fingertips leaving smudges of condensation on the silver blade.
“So, my friend, my first question for you is, where’s Juan?” I was expecting this. I wasn’t expecting it to be the very first question, but I knew it was coming. “The last we heard of him he was looking into something for your boss and then he just up and disappeared without a trace. And trust me, that ain’t like Juan to just disappear without letting me know where he was going.”
“My employer actually has the same question,” I was trying to keep a tremble out of my voice and mirror the way my new friend was speaking. It was probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, especially since I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the machete. “He disappeared on us, too, and all we want to do is find him and make sure he’s okay.”
“That sounds very sweet of you, hermano. I like it that your boss has taken such an interest in his whereabouts. Or maybe, maybe Junior just sent you out here to cover his tracks. Maybe Junior got mad at Juan for not getting him what he wanted and decided to hurt him for not finding it.”
“Junior would not do that. He values your partnership and the relationship you’ve built over the years. He knows that if he did something to disrupt that partnership that it would do nothing but harm his business. He is very fond of you and the money you make together.”
I might be a crude son of a bitch 90% of the time, but when I’m backed into a corner, I can be one silver tongued devil. My charm levels are usually at their best with women I’m trying to get in the sack, or if I’m about to piss myself because I’m about to be hacked to death with a machete.
“All we want, sir, is for our relationship to continue as it has been, and to find out where Juan is so we can continue working through him.”
The bruiser leaned back away from the blade—the first time he hadn’t been touching it since I was unmasked—and contemplatively stroked his thin mustache. We sat in silence for five minute and I could feel my bladder turning to jello. Finally he spoke.
“Okay, I believe you. I’ve known Junior for ten years now, and I know he wouldn’t do something like hurt one of my brothers. He maybe power hungry, but that fat bastard isn’t stupid, is he?”
“No, he isn’t.”
“The thing is, we don’t know where Juan is either. He’s just gone, no sign of him. And that’s just not like him. The man is a rock and a family man. He’s got a wife and eight kids, and all of them are going out of their minds.”
“I imagine.”
“I mean, I’m taking care of them until he comes back. But I’ve got a life, too. I’ve got a lot of things to handle and a lot of people to answer to back home. I don’t need Juan’s old lady calling me every couple of hours asking if we’ve found him yet. All this shit is frustrating, bro.”
“Yeah, tell me
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