A Lover's Betrayal

Chapter Six

*Warning: discussion of violence and sexual assault

I make a quick stop back at Lena's house and switch out the Cayenne for the motorcycle. It's not my first choice or even second, but I'm headed into town and taking the bike is just more practical. Stopping sets me back by about thirty minutes and when I walk into El Huerto Secreto on Calle de la Media Luna I can sense my connect's annoyance before I even see him.

""Una foto de Antioqueño por favor. Y una para mi amigo" I say as I take a seat at the bar next to Saboya.

"You're late."

"You're lucky I came."

"It's a million degrees in here. I'm not in the mood for your shit."

"Look at what you're wearing," I say looking straight ahead. "You look like you're going to pull out a table and start doing their taxes. Way to blend in."

"I came from the airport so cut the shit. Do you have anything for me?"

"Not much. Just large sums of cash being moved into a bank in Venezuela. Might not mean anything. She's looking to expand her business and has been spending a good amount of time there," I say as I slide the burner phone over to him which he immediately puts in his pocket.

"Money being moved always means something. Find out what it is. I'll call you shortly with the next check-in," he says putting cash on the bar and slipping a new phone into my purse as he gets up and leaves.

The bartender comes right after he leaves and sets the shots down. Might as well, I think as I pick up the first one and throw it back. But as I reach for the second one, someone puts their hand on mine stopping me.

"Interesting conversation, Morena. What was that about?"

I pull my hand away from her and lean back so that she is out of my space.

"No tengo que decirte mierda." I don't have to tell you shit, I say as I move off the stool, but she grabs my arm stopping me.

"I know you're up to something. Lo puedo oler. I can smell it. I don't know what it is yet, but when I find out I hope Stef will let me be the one to take care of you."

""¿Por qué no sales y juegas niña? Estás fuera de tu liga aquí." Why don't you go out and play little girl. You're out of your league here, I say as get up and walk away, ignoring the idle threats she calls out to me as I'm leaving. I had a feeling that this bitch was going to be a serious problem.

***

Several days pass and I do my best to stay out of Paola's way. Stef left on Monday and it was now Wednesday as I sat in the small sitting area off the kitchen enjoying a cup of coffee.

The door from the hall pushes open, and I am greeted by her beautiful smile.

"No te ves lo suficientemente bien como para comer. ¿Me extrañas?" Don't you look good enough to eat? Miss me, she says as she drops her bag down and pulls me into her arms.

Her mouth is so soft, so sweet, as her lips press against mine and her tongue dances lightly between my lips.

"Been behaving yourself?" she asks as she moves her hands down to my hips and then over my ass pulling me closer to her.

"Of course. How about you?"

"Always. Come with me. I want to show you something," she smiles as she takes my hand and leads me outside to her black Maserati Levante and we climb into the back.