Chapter 6
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Elizalde's POV
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"So, are you ready to be tied up?" Faustino formally asked in the corner. All the boys looked at him.
"You can't be that serious, Zalde. I thought it was Nestor's turn. But, unfortunately, it looks like your wedding will happen soon before his." Nathaniel chuckled. He looked at Nestor jokingly.
"Everyone has its own time, you i***t!"
Neo wrapped his arms around Nathaniel's neck, and the young i***t almost choked. Everyone laughs. It was evident Nathaniel was only acting, a character of him.
"Cheers for you, bro!" Nestor formally raised his glass of wine, "congratulations," he continued.
"It's not yet final, and I don't want a celebration." I opposed.
I have a terrible feeling that something will happen sooner or later. However, reading Lizzie's behaviour yesterday, she cannot quickly agree. So although I am confident with a fifty-fifty chance of winning, I still have to take precautions. It's too early for a celebration.
"Who's the lucky girl?" Neo asked. He's the type of person that doesn't care much about what everyone's up to.
"Who do you think it could be?" Faustino shook his head, looking at Neo sitting across him.
"Oh, I see. . . So it was Elizabeth, after all. Dammit." Neo let out a short laugh.
"I could hear the wedding bells ringing, bro. It's going to be awesome," Nathaniel added. This lunatic hasn't stopped yet.
"By the way. Snow called me earlier. She wants to talk to you," he continued.
My brows furrowed, and all the boys looked at me like I owed them an explanation.
"What? I'm not interested. Tell her that." I passed the message to Nathaniel. He's the only one here that has connections with Snow.
"Better not to make a bad move, Elizalde. You can't trust her," Faust voiced behind me. I didn't notice he was now standing, grabbing another cold beer.
"Hang on, Snow and Elizabeth are siblings, right?" Neo asked.
"Step-sister. Not blood-related, Neo," Nestor answered.
"I see. . . What does she want?" Neo asked Nathaniel. Now all the boy's eyes were on him.
"Come on, guys. Don't look at me like a criminal here. I've seen her the other night at the Skye Suites Bar. I thought she would ignore me like she always does. But I was surprised when she walked towards my table, and all the boys looked at her with their effing mouths open. f**k, like floating on cloud nine, bro!" He laughs before he continues. "But dammit, a top celebrity in this country came to me for one reason. She wants Elizalde El Del Real. What a joke, right?" His head jerked up, then chuckled.
"Did she even give you her number?" Nestor asked Nathaniel suspiciously.
"No, she didn't. I guess Elizalde has her number, perhaps?" Nathaniel answered. Now all their eyes were on me.
Face down, I smirked and shook my head.
"I'm not interested," I answered, shifting my eyes from one to another. They all went quiet. I stood up and walked towards the door, opening it for Donatello. The poor bugger waited ten minutes after I got his first message. I ensured everyone would be present, as Nathaniel came late.
"Good day!" He greeted everyone with a pleasant smile and stepped inside.
The boys already knew a new member would join us from the other part of the globe. It's no other than Donatello.
"Welcome to the club, Don." Faustino was the first who give him a handshake. The two were no longer strangers.
"It's lovely to have an Attorney on board, plus a handsome detective." Nathaniel came second, and the rest followed.
"Happy to be a part of the wrangler's boys club," Donatello speaks.
Four of the members were absent as they were outside the country. The night ended with chat, jokes and drinks. There was no more introduction of what everyone does, as Donatello knew ahead. He's the type of person who will dig into one's information beforehand.
One more day, one more day before the deadline, and it feels like an eternity to me. A few documents need to be signed today, and I'm finished.
I have an appointment at ten at the El grande golf club. My father set this meeting for me to meet his companeros de clase from Italy, Spain and Australia. I couldn't say no because this deal would involve an exchange in the business.
Wearing my golf attire, a navy blue polo shirt with a collar paired with grey slacks. I arrived at the area to ensure I was comfortable enough, and my father's proud smile greeted me. He patted my shoulder and introduced me to all his mates. Elizabeth's father was amongst them. He was silent at the corner and smiled at me. I didn't say much, as I'm not comfortable with this. But because of the business, I must act like I'm interested.
We did a few rounds and hits. It was fun, after all.
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c.m. louden
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