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Chapter Twenty-Seven

Robert

Three days in this place and the smell hasn’t rubbed off on me yet.

I perch near the far end of the corridor with my phone pressed against my ear, one hand braced against my hip while I stare through the glass window overlooking the parking lot below.

“Is she still asleep?” Enzo asks through the line.

“For now.” I nod as if he can see me.

“And the kid?”

“Same.” My jaw ticks automatically.

“I’m sorry.” He offers.

I nod again, saying nothing to that.

“About Varela,” Enzo starts, his tone shifting to business.

“Him?” Irritation scrapes across my nerves. “What about him?”

“He’s stalling again.”

“Again?” I bite out, because the last thing I need is work troubles.

The bastard owns three clubs, two casinos, and somehow still manages to cry poverty every time repayment comes up.

I rub a hand slowly across my jaw.

“How much does he still owe?”

“Seven point four.”

Million.

Neither of us bothers saying it out loud anymore.

“What excuse this time?” I ask flatly.

“Well.” Enzo exhales something halfway between amusement and disbelief. “You’ll love this one.”

“I doubt that.”

“He says business has been unstable since the investigation in Madrid.”

“He launders through dancers and champagne, what instability?”

“That’s what I said.” Enzo retorts, almost slightly as irritated as I am. “Then he tried offering assets.”

“Which assets?” My brows pull together, because the bastard is too greedy to let go of anything material possession.

“His stepdaughters.”

I go completely still, blood rushing to my ears.

“He says one’s twenty-two, the other’s twenty-four. Apparently, they’re ‘beautiful girls’ and willing to work in one of the clubs until the debt clears.” Enzo continues before I can answer.