**Marco POV

“Hello, Oscar,” I greeted El Lobo through the phone.

Right on time.

“You f*cker!”

I chuckled.

“Give me back my f*cking slaves!” I always found Oscar a bit of a hot mess.

“I’d assume your slaves would like to be free, if that’s all they are to you. Isn’t that right Rochelle, Felix?” I looked at them, their mouths sealed with duct tape, tied to two ...