Chapter 23: Two years later

"Arturo."

I approach the man laboriously and try to climb onto the seat next to him. He's sitting at the bar in my and Luis' home, waiting for my husband who is currently out on business. Arturo heaves an annoyed sigh and gets up to help me onto the stool. He acts like this is a grievous task, when we both know he can't wait for the arrival of baby Manuel (or Manuela as I have argued is a possibility). His hands are gentle as he lifts me onto the stool and makes sure that I'm steady before dropping back onto his own chair.

He eyes me suspiciously as he sips at his drink; I think it's a gin and tonic since its clear and I've never known Arturo to willingly drink water. "What do you want?" His voice is gruff though his eyes soften as they dip toward my prominent belly.

Arturo and I have developed an understanding. We don't have to like each other, but we both care about the same man, the well-being of this family and the entire cartel. In that, we acknowledge that we are stronger toge