*Esmé’s POV*
After ending the call with Caputo, one of his men, Martin, called me.
“Gonzalez?” He asked with his heavy French accent.
“Yes. Who is this?” I asked, furrowing my brows.
“Martin, Caputo sent me your information.” He replied. I shook my head. He definitely wanted to be out.
“Yes, where and when can we meet up? He wants to get out as soon as possible.” I replied, getting into one of the SUVs and heading to a house Thomas found on the way here. It was big enough for Caputo’s and my men.
“You tell me.” He replied.
“Okay, I am sending you an address. Be there as soon as you can.” I told him as I ended the call and then sent him the address.
Mason was still pissed at me. Thomas left him in Italy, so we had to do this quickly before his crazy ass showed up here.
Mart
