Jealousy. That was the real answer to his question. Vera was insanely, viciously jealous of the attention that Hector’s sons gave to Gina. If he had to guess, Vera was in love with at least one of them.
“You know…” He released her wrist. “The best way to get over a woman is to send her home with another man.”
“You mean, send her home with you?” Her spine went ramrod straight. “You actually want to keep her?”
“Perhaps.” He stretched his arms along the back of the couch, reclining with his legs spread and his gaze locked on Gina. “There’s something quite enchanting about her.”
There was something, all right. She made him feel restless and possessive, like an alien predator trapped in his skin.
Tomas stood like a sentinel behind her, allowing Luke the opportunity to work on Vera. But his focus was shit. Every brain cell seemed to be on a single track, one that had nothing to do with the operation and everything to do with protecting his fighter.
Marco and Alejandro were the only other two men present tonight. Evidently, Omar didn’t attend family dinners, and Miguel was still out of town on business. A few scantily dressed cantina girls milled about the room, collecting empty glasses and taking orders.
The brothers didn’t give the girls the time of day. Nor did they seem the least bit concerned with him cozying up on the couch with Vera.
No, they only had eyes for Gina.
If either man touched her, the night would be over. He’d made that announcement the moment they arrived for dinner.
“They’ll never let you keep her.” Vera sniffed. “They’ll kill her before they let her leave the property.”
“They call her a whore, but you and I both know that’s bullshit. Who is she?”
“Don’t know.” She shrugged.
“Don’t know or won’t say?”
“Poor pathetic man.” Vera shook her head. “You’re bewitched by a woman who despises you.”
“Is that right? Have you watched us together on the cameras? Sleeping? Working out? Fucking?” He wrapped the last word in gravel and heat, marking the raising goosebumps along her arms. “Ask your question again.”
Her lashes fluttered, and two pink blooms rose to her cheeks. “If I was available, what would you do?”
“Let’s go for a drive tomorrow.”
“A drive? How would—?”
“I’ll borrow one of Marco’s hypercars.”
“He would never—”
“I can be very persuasive.” Not that persuasive. But he had another plan. Angling toward her, he gave her the full force of his gaze—the look that always got him laid. “I want to get out of here for a few hours. Just you and me. We’ll drive somewhere nearby.” He drifted closer, letting her feel his breath against her neck. “Then I’ll show you what I can do to you.”
“We don’t need to leave.” She was leaning, floating into him, caught in his snare. “I have my own room.”
“So do I.” He parted his lips around her earlobe, barely touching, but it was enough to melt her next breath.
“Mine doesn’t have cameras.”
His rush of victory was instantly strangled by a fist of guilt. He felt Gina’s eyes on him before he looked in her direction.
Their gazes clashed and tangled, yelling soundlessly and swinging invisible punches. Disgust steamed from the cracks in her expression, her hands flexing into white-knuckled weapons on her lap.
Did she not like seeing him with another woman? Or just this woman?
If only he could tell her this was a job, that he was serving a greater cause.
But that was the problem. He wasn’t here to pursue romantic interests. Gina was collateral. A means to an end. He didn’t owe her an explanation. She’d put herself in the cartel’s grasp, and not once had he promised to get her out.
This wasn’t about her.
Returning his attention to Vera, he embraced the vow he’d made to his team and their newest member, Tula Gomez.
He was holding Tula’s sister in his arms. She was alive and growing pliable by the second. Bedding her was the quickest and surest way to get inside her—in her head, in her trust—to locate the key to finishing this mission.
Molding his lips around her earlobe, he suckled it like a clit. The technique lay in the pressure of his tongue, the precise amount of suction and friction, and the low, vibrating hum in the back of his throat. He did it exactly as he’d been taught by Van and Liv, the mechanics executed with an unrivaled skill that was so effective her head fell back, and her breathing careened out of control.