Chapter 55 I Think Our Game Is Over

• Oh my god! If you happen to hear me, have mercy on my soul, I turn my right foot to give myself a half turn and flee from here, but Puerto's hard and muscular chest stops me. I lift my head to meet his sly smile that he always draws on his lips whenever he's about to get me into trouble. He takes my arm with such familiarity and I look around for anyone who might be watching us, and thankfully everyone is busy with their work tasks. I lean back and squeeze my eyelids shut as I recognize Miguel's cologne. The Italian continues to exert pressure on my skin.
• I pull away from his grip”So, Mr. Russo, this is how we stand”the grandfather has a furrowed brow and a tense jaw.
• “What do you mean?”By the nails of Christ! The magnate blurts out the question out of nowhere just to annoy me, Miguel crosses his arms and now I know I'm in a big mess.”Oh... I'm sorry, that's what we agreed on”using a suspicious tone of voice, I make a face with some discretion. Does he want to make it so obvious? With what he just said, he has completely exposed me to my family's patriarch. I'm screwed, damn it!