The Slayer (Untamed Hearts #2)(105)

“What, jealous?” Tino laughed again and homed in on Angel. He pointed at his chest. “What is this? Like an advertisement? What sort of motherf*cker has to advertise?”

Angel rolled his eyes and turned to say something to one of his crew. Chuito couldn’t hear them, because it would take a special skill to be as loud as Tino, but it looked like he said, “Italianos.”

“Oh f*ck.” Tino stepped back, doing a very good job of appearing drunk as he grabbed his jacket. “Shit, baby.” He turned and looked at Alaine. “Did I lock the Ferrari?”

“I dunno.” Alaine was unnaturally pale, but no one seemed to notice she was scared to death as she offered, “Maybe.”

“We should go check,” Tino said to her. “Let’s go check. Then we’ll dance.”

Tino started dragging Alaine back toward Chuito, which seemed like a bad idea, especially when Angel exchanged a look with his crew, all their eyes wide with disbelief that Tino had just announced he had a Ferrari.

A Ferrari was the unstealable car.

Every car thief wanted a crack at one.

And Tino knew it.

Their gazes followed Tino and Alaine when they walked past the cigar bar, but no one was looking at Chuito. They were watching Tino like hawks, as if he had a winning lottery ticket in his back pocket.

After Tino and Alaine rounded the corner, Chuito wasn’t surprised when Angel tilted his head in their direction, and two of his crew broke away. Then Angel went back to talking to the Russians, gesturing to the club as if inviting them in.

Chuito didn’t wait to see if they went in.

He grabbed the briefcase and followed after the kids who trailed Tino and Alaine, praying the whole time that he wasn’t going to have to kill these two motherf*ckers.

Because he would.

In a heartbeat.

Tino could take care of himself, but if they tried to hurt Alaine, Chuito would kill them, and he probably wouldn’t feel bad about it.

Even if they were young.

He rounded the corner, seeing Tino in the parking lot with Alaine, doing very slow work of pulling a briefcase out of the trunk. A briefcase like the one Chuito had, which meant it probably had a f*ckload of cash in it.

No wonder Nova wanted Tino out.

Tino was f*cking crazy.

He literally set himself up to get carjacked.

The * was even taking the time to get everything out of the car. Alaine had a travel bag over her shoulder that Chuito knew wasn’t something she owned.

Chuito pulled his gun out when the two thugs got to Tino and Alaine, but Tino, to his credit, already had Alaine behind him. Tino reached into his pocket and grabbed his keys when they pulled a gun on him.

Tino didn’t say anything; he just handed the keys over.

Then he stood there, looking bored when Angel’s guys jumped into Romeo’s Ferrari. They gunned it out of the parking lot, and Tino turned his head and called out to Chuito. “It’s like a sickness. I got a million dollars in this suitcase, and all they could see was the Ferrari.” He shook his head. “Car thieves.”

Chuito watched until the Ferrari disappeared around the corner, and called back, “Romeo is gonna kill you.”

Tino threw up his hands and looked generally ambivalent, before he turned back to Alaine. “Give me your phone, baby.”

“Call her baby one more time,” Chuito dared him as he slipped the gun into the back of his jeans. “Tino, I—”

Tino held up his hand to stop him and looked at Alaine’s phone when she handed it to him.

“What is he doing?” Chuito asked her.

“He’s tracking the Ferrari,” she said as she stepped from behind Tino, looking to Chuito. “He hid the cell phone he took from you under the seat. That’s how he found you. It just led to right where you were at the cigar bar.”

Chuito closed his eyes. “The f*cking cell phone. Que estúpido.”

“No one ever thinks about cell phones,” Tino agreed.

“What about your cell phone, motherf*cker?” Chuito pointed out as Tino stood there looking at Alaine’s. “Does Nova know you’re here?”

“I’m sure he does,” Tino said dismissively. “But I turned off my phone. We’ve been using Alaine’s. He doesn’t know her passwords.”

“You give Nova your passwords?” Chuito asked Tino in surprise.

“He always figures them out,” Tino said in annoyance. “Always. I could come up with the most random shit ever, and he’ll hack my account.” He looked up from the phone. “Where’s my Benz?”

“I parked it.” Chuito waved his hand in the other direction. “It’s a walk.”

Tino put Alaine’s cell phone into his back pocket and said, “Let’s go find the warehouse.”

“Tino—” Chuito let out a manic laugh as the fury of the moment caught up to him. “You brought Alaine with you. Now there are Russians and—” He took a deep breath, not even able to sort out the different things he was pissed off about. He gestured to Alaine, who was sparkling in her blue dress under the Miami lights, and said, “Did you go shopping? Did you stop and shop on the way down here?”

“We didn’t bring anything,” Tino said as if that made sense. “We were sorta in a hurry when we left.”