"I'm just saying, if you weren't so damn stubborn, we could have been done with this hours ago," Jordan said, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His dark eyes glinted with fake annoyance as he stared at Maria.
Maria scoffed, as she stared at him, her short hair bobbling. "And I'm saying your plan was stupid. Following Xavier's new right-hand man into a crowded nightclub after the recent death of the last one? That's amateur move."
"It worked in Barcelona," Jordan shot back.
"Barcelona was different and you know it," Maria countered, her voice rising. "Xavier isn't some small-time thug. He has eyes everywhere."
Victor sat at the large mahogany desk, maps and surveillance photos spread before him. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to focus on the information he had g
