One too Many

Chapter 33

Mariposa Samara

You can't be serious.

Why can't that piece of shit get the memo?

I groan some more on Ian's shoulder before sitting straight trying to face the problem. Antonio. The bane of my existence and the source of all my problems. Well... mostly.

I look at Frank to get the full details, only to see him smiling from ear to ear. "I'm glad my annoyance is the reason for your happiness, Frank." I grumble at the old man causing him to erupt into laughter.

"You know," he says as he composes himself again, "I can get rid of that son of a bitch in a blink of an eye. You just have to say the word, Sam. It has been like this for the past couple of years." He raises one bushy eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes.

I furrow my brows. "You know I can't do that. He has a sick mother to take care of and I'm not about to take her only child's life. You know? The child that is being useful for once and taking care of his mom. Even though I wish to strangle him to death at every opportunity I get."

I hate Antonio from the bottom of my heart but I love his mother just as much. She is innocent and sweet and if Antonio is being useful to her then he gets to live. Otherwise, he would've been in the grave 6 years ago.

"And that's why I don't mind taking orders from you." He tells me, his smile warm and eyes gentle.

I stare at him confused before he sighs and gets to the point. "So, apparently he is looking for you again in Elegant Elixirs. He came alone this time but he got drunk and started picking fights with other customers according to James." He hands me his phone and I see James's name on the screen.

I put the phone on my ear and talk with him. "Hello? James?"

"Hello, Sam. How are you feeling right now?" He asks me the second I say his name.

"I'm fine thanks for asking. How's the situation on your side?" I ask him cautiously. I'm a bit worried.

He heaves a heavy sigh before answering me. "Well... it's not that bad yet but he injured a couple of customers and himself before we got to him. He is now slumped on the sofa in the backroom begging us to let him see you. What do you want us to do?"

I look at Frank, silently asking for help.

I don't want to ever deal with Antonio again if it isn't a life or death situation. Hearing his name makes me want to puke and meeting him makes me want to kill the bastard.

I will never go see him willingly after all the shit he did. The grudge I hold for him is nestled deep in my heart, reminding me everyday of what he did.

"Can you please send him home, James? I don't have the energy to deal with his bullshit." I tell him.

"You got it, Boss." He hangs up and I hand the phone back to Frank.

"Can you please take care of whatever mess he made?" I ask Frank knowing very well he won't tell me no.

"Of course. Rest well, and if you need anything some of the guys are downstairs." He leans forward and kisses my cheek causing all the guys to grumble at him. Ian's low throaty noise taking the lead.

He pulls back chuckling then proceeds to stroll out of the door without a care in the world.

"What is Antonio's deal with you?" Cale asks, annoyance littering his face. "Do I need to smack some sense into that dickhead?"

His question causes me to giggle, genuinely making me happy.

That has to be the best thing anyone has ever offered me.