"What's the matter? The meeting didn't go well?" I woke the quiet Cholo.

He was standing at the terrace, shirtless, and sipping his wine. His face is hard and so is his grip on the body of the glass.

He didn't move until the last of his drink was dried out.

"Nothing that cannot be resolved."

Sighing, I walked over to him and took the empty glass from his hand and dropped it on the nearby table. The day I thought to be a bomb turned out to be an uneventful one.

After Cholo's brief introduction to Maverick, everyone talked about business. Cholo didn't seem to doubt our relationship. I...