I want you tonight

Alfredo’s POV:

As I step out of the bathroom, my mind still lingering on the conversation with Roscoe, I find Ortega seated on the bed, her plate empty, a small smile playing on her lips. It's a relief to see her looking better, her spirits lifted after our conversation earlier. Roscoe had called to inform me about the recovery of my hijacked trucks of cocaine.

As I step into the room, I tuck my phone into my pocket.

"Hey," I greet her with a smile as I approach the bed. "You're done eating?"

"Yeah," she nods, returning my smile.

"Alright. I'll call room service to come pack up the plates," I inform her before making my way to the landline. It's a small gesture, but I want to ensure that she's comfortable and taken care of during her stay here.

Dialing the number for room service, I quickly arrange for the plates to be collected before hanging up the phone. Turning back to Ortega, I can't help but notice the gratitude in her eyes, and it fills me with a sense of satisfaction knowing t