Chapter 62 The Gallardo's Mafia

Zandra Valderrama POV

“So,” I say, smacking my lips. “How’d it happen?”

“How’d what happen?” One-Eye grumbles. “Your scar.”

“None of your business.” I huff, exasperated. “You’re no fun. What about you, big guy? You much of a conversationalist, or do I have to entertain myself?”

“Shut up,” the brute snaps. I groan, shifting in my seat. It’s starting to get uncomfortable. How many hours has it been? Regardless, my left foot has fallen asleep and the incessant tingling is borderline painful.

“Can you at least send the other guy back in? What did you call him—the Closer? He seems like fun. Why do you call him the Closer, anyway?” “He negotiates our contracts,” the bigger man says.

“Contracts? What kinds of contracts?”

One-Eye shoots him a warning glare. “Don’t tell her anything.”

But it’s too late. All I need is a bit of information to get the ball rolling, and now that he’s given me what I want, there’s no stopping me. “Oh, so he’s like your front man. I understand. My Uncle