balls to make up a little number like that. But I don’t need anything.”
“Not so fast, little senorita.” Sugar bulldozed past Cat’s phone call wrap up. “First thing you’ll learn about me is that I call it like I see it. Second thing is, I can hook you up with any weapon you want almost anywhere in the world. I’m your ammo-freakin’ fairy godmother.”
Oh -kay. “Still not—”
“Why aren’t you taking me up on this?” Sugar snapped.
“Why are you pressing me?”
“Because I don’t know you or trust you.”
Sugar blew into the phone, annoyed. “You’re starting to piss me off.”
She was already there. “I know the feeling. You know, I torture people for a living. Right?”
“I’m used to getting my way. You might extract intel, but you don’t catch ’em. So I’ve got you there. I’m married to my very own pain-in-the-ass catcher. Do something I don’t like, prepare to be strung up.”
Caterina laughed. “Jared would never hurt me.”
“Pfffst,” Sugar blew into the phone again. “I don’t know if I hate or like you.”
“Funny, I thought the same thing about you.”
Sugar didn’t say anything, and the only reason Caterina stayed on the phone was Sugar was married to Jared, and that amounted to some smidge of respect, at least enough that she wouldn’t hang up on the lady.
“I’ve been called a bitch once or twice in my lifetime.” She could picture a brassy woman shrugging as she said that, like she was playing down her favorite compliment. “Anyway, send me your shopping list, and I’ll let you know where the pickup is.”
Caterina dropped her forehead into her hands. “Not that I’m not grateful, but this is more of a one shot, one kill type situation.”
“Oh, pretty little Senorita, let me explain. Whenever Titan comes calling, it’s a safer bet to have boxes of bullets on hand. Just in case, ya know?”
No. She didn’t know. She worked alone, and while she knew Titan stories—they were legendary—she preferred to do things her way, even with Jared helping as much as he was. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Sugar scoffed. “Right. Well, it’s your job and all. But you have one of my boys heading your way, and I like to keep them happy. That generally means something with a little high-caliber bang to it.”
“No one’s here yet.”
“Will be any minute, I assume.” A bubblegum pop punctuated the snarky sentence.
A twitch struck Caterina. Not only was this her job, but she wasn’t thrilled that Sugar kept tabs on Handsome. Not that she was jealous. She just…didn’t like it. “Soon enough.”
“So he doesn’t know your whole story yet, huh? Are you just going to tell him? Or feel him out?”
Caterina’s eyebrows shot to her hair. “And you know the whole story?”
“Enough of it. Perk of being Boss Man’s wife. I’m just looking after my boy. Not every day Titan sends someone out solo.”
“He’s not solo. He’s got me.”
“Well, I don’t know you.”
Caterina popped a Funyon. She still couldn’t decide if she loved or hated Sugar. “But yet you’ll arm me?”
“I’ll arm someone working with Titan. Yes. No questions asked. And if you want some special bullet to do your one shot, one kill crap, fine. You want it painted pink and with a keepsake memorial case to remember the day, fine. You need to kill a fucker who hurt you and yours? I’m your girl.”
Loved . Caterina crunched another Funyon. They thought alike, and Sugar offered her a commemorative knick knack to mark an impending day of death. That was freakin’ awesome. Sugar now had a fan in Caterina.
A knock echoed on the cheap wood door of her equally cheap apartment. Her heart sputtered into a frenzy. He was there. She hadn’t even asked Jared what his name was because Jared was a mind reader. Titan’s all-knowing, all-assuming boss didn’t need to see she wasn’t one hundred percent focused on El Mateperros. Sugar hadn’t mentioned his name either.