Cortez tried his best to stay calm. The veins in his neck were close to bursting. With a glance at his men, he nodded. "Excuse us for a minute guys... we'll continue this meeting later." His men stood from their seats and made their way out of the room, one by one. Basilio stayed seated, not sure whether he should leave or stay.
The last thing he wanted to do was piss Roman off.
Roman was unpredictable and from their long history, he knew that he always had something up his sleeve. Literally.
Roman's boots tapped against the concrete floor, waiting for Cortez to speak. "Could we speed this along?!" He said impatiently. Every second spent here was a second wasted in finding his sister.
Cortez waited till the last of his men cleared out before his eyes gazed to Roman. "Before you went M.I.A, you and your sister had an agreement. She asked for you to leave her alone, and if I remember correctly, you vowed to do just that." Cortez stood from his seat, tugging on his gold Rolex as he inched towards Roman. "You're a man of your word, Roman, so do just that. Don't concern yourself about me and your sister's business and you won't make an enemy out of me."
Roman couldn't help the smirk that grew on his lips. He couldn't believe what he was hearing right now. His tongue slid across his already moist lips as he stood tall against Cortez. Both their egos are big enough to suffocate the entire room. They glared into each other's eyes, chest nearly touching. "Look at that, you become the leader of the fucking Cartel and you think you've got the cojones to beat me. Keep in mind little Cory." He said, using his real name. "If you're stepping up to me, you've gotta say that shit with your chest!"
Cortez felt blood rush to his head, he was livid. Everyone knew better to not call him by his old name. "Get the fuck out of here, before I paint your blood on my walls." He threatened, teeth clenched together. He wanted so badly to wipe that smirk off Roman's face.
"Do it then." Roman egged on. "Go ahead, do it."
Cortez thought about it for a moment, about how it would feel to finally do it. With every fiber in his body, he wanted to take out the pistol in his back holster and plant a bullet straight into Roman's temple. But he didn't do it. Instead, he backed up and kept his glaring eyes on Roman.
"That's what I thought, you can't." Said, Roman. "I'm going to leave now and I'm going to go pay the great disciples of Los Anarquistas a visit." He backs away, getting closer to the door he came through. "Remember Cory, the number of hours I spend looking for my sister is the same amount of shipments you'll lose. And when I find her, you better hope she doesn't confirm any of my suspicions." And with that, he opened the door and walked out.
Cortez felt the anger he was holding in, finally lashing out. He picked up one chair and threw it where Roman just stood second ago. "Ahhh!" He yelled, fuming. With a balled-up fist, he punched the wooden table and didn't stop until he felt his body get pulled away. "Let me the fuck go!" He shouted at Basilio.
"Señor, your hand is bleeding." He pointed out.
Cortez ignored him. "Send those fucking idiots back to that fucking building you told me about and have them search that damn apartment again. They need to search from top to bottom for any signs on where that bitch could've gone with my son. Matter of fact, bring the fucking landlord here. It's time we talk."
Basilio nodded. "Sí señor." before walking away.
Cortez leaned against the grey walls, trying to calm his breathing. He chuckled bitterly, trying to make up a plan for Roman's disposal.
Roman was untouchable right now... but he wouldn't be for long.
That was something they both knew.
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