Chapter 42

The man looked as though he'd seen a ghost, yet Casey was positive she'd never seen him before. He stared and stared at her as though unable to drag his eyes away from her. She knew she was a good-looking woman. She knew her beauty lured men to her, powerful men like Ignacio and Reyes. But, somehow, she didn't think it was her uncanny resemblance to Marilyn Monroe that was making Sotza, the Venezuelan boss, look at her like she had two heads.

She was about to ask if they had met before when he abruptly turned to Reyes and snapped in a clipped British accent, "Who is this? I refuse to negotiate business in front of a newcomer. Send your little girlfriend away if you expect to talk."

Casey felt the thick, palpable tension in the air, winding like a serpent, getting ready to strike for daring to insult the Bolivian's woman. Casey side-eyed Reyes. Yup. Though he looked at ease, standing in his superbly cut dark suit, his arms crossed over his broad chest, waves of fury were rolling off of