Page 72 of Bound By A Promise
Jorge turned toward the multitude of eyes on us, everyone watching our interaction. “Andrés, you called for the end to the alliance.”
Catalina gasped.
Her father’s gaze went to her and back to Jorge. “I overreacted. Dario has stayed true. He’s here today. I too am disappointed in Camila’s decisions. I’m ashamed of her behavior.” He looked at Valentina and sighed. “We know that she will be protected as Catalina is. As a father, that is what I want. My apologies to Rei.”
“I spoke to him,” Jorge said. “We will move forward.” He turned to Dario. “We should talk, the two of us.”
“You may use my office,” Aléjandro volunteered.
After the two bosses walked away, Mia and Catalina rushed toward Camila as the three women hugged, pulling my wife from my grasp.
Remembering Dario’s words, I inhaled and made my way to Andrés. “I hope someday you can be happy for Camila and forgive us.” I offered him my hand.
For a moment, he stared at it. Finally, he took it. “Be a good husband. She has a wild streak in her. She needs more discipline than I gave her. Don’t let her age fool you into thinking she’ll be easy to control. She’s not her sister.”
A smile curled my lips and lifted my cheeks. “I wouldn’t want her any other way.”
Silas returned. “Jano, we found more than we anticipated.”
Chapter
Twenty-Three
Dante
We all turned to Silas. “Everyone, go inside.Por favor.”
“What’s happening?” Catalina asked.
Mia and Camila shook their heads as I put my hand in the small of my wife’s back, and we filed back into the house. Silas promptly closed the glass doors.
“Is everything all right?” Mia asked.
“If you and Jano could come with me.”
Mia gave us one last glance as she followed Silas down the hallway leading to his and Viviana’s suite. Beyond the large glass doors, cartel soldiers patrolled.
“Something is happening,” I said, my grip of Camila’s waist tightening. “I want to get you back to Kansas City.”
Her gaze went to her parents, who too were having their own conversation. “I want to go,” she replied. “But I want to know that everyone here is safe.”
A few minutes later, Mia and Aléjandro returned. Mia’s complexion was pale as she took a seat on the sofa. My brother-in-law’s dark stare met mine. “Come with me.”
One last squeeze of Camila’s waist and I followed Aléjandro to his office. He nodded to Jorge’s guard before he knocked once on the door. Without waiting for a response, Aléjandro led me inside.
Dario and Jorge were seated in comfortable chairs in the corner. They both stood as we entered.
“We have a situation,” Aléjandro began.
I leaned against the wall with my arms crossed and the other two men retook their seats as Aléjandro spoke.
“When I purchased this house, Rei vetted the neighbors. The house next door where Silas and a few of our men just were is orwasowned by a commercial realty firm. At the time of our moving in, it was rented by a couple, Micah and Jennifer Goodin. He’s an investment banker, and she’s an influencer. Mia was certain that she spoke to Jennifer at least once.
“According to Silas, upon first inspection, there is no sign of the Goodins. Their possessions are still in place. There is spoiled fruit on the counter as if no one has been present for a period of time. There are two cars in the garage. There was a surveillance system; it has been disabled. In an upstairs room, Silas found a complex computer setup. That room has a straight view of the front of our pool deck. It is most likely where the shooter took aim.”
“Any weapons?” Dario asked.
“Silas has returned to the house to do a more thorough search, and I called Rei to do what he does and see what more he can learn about the Goodins.”