“Everything.” I felt greedy as I scanned the options. “But I’ll settle for a sausage egg McMuffin and a big cup of coffee.”

Dominic ordered, taking a sandwich and a coffee for himself as well. He gave me one more warning glance as we drove to the drive-through pick-up window.

I just held up my two hands and shook my head. I wouldn’t do anything. Getting away from him may have been smart—getting to the police even smarter—but if I wanted revenge for Mateo’s death, I needed to stick this out. I needed Dominic.

I watched the girl in the window when she saw him. Saw how her eyes widened and her smile grew, and for reasons I could not understand, I felt a jealousy in my core. An anger at her boldness. But when Dominic then began to flirt with her that anger boiled. I roughly grabbed the bags from him, and he made a joke to the girl as she handed him our coffees.

“I don’t mess with her when she’s hungry.”

He winked at her as she gave me a sideways glance.

“She has sharp teeth and a sharper tongue.”

The girl giggled like a fool. I only glared at him. Finally, we drove off.

“Why did you flirt with her?”

He bit into his sandwich. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t. I just don’t like being made fun of.”

He shrugged a shoulder. “This is good. I haven’t had McDonald’s since I was a kid. My mother only allowed it when we went on vacations.”

I glanced at him. It was hard to imagine him as a kid with a mother. The SUV bounced over a dip in the road just as I brought the cup to my mouth. The scalding liquid burned my tongue. Damn.

“How many girls have you sent to auction?”

He only glanced my way but didn’t answer. Instead, he turned his attention back to the road.

“Let me ask you something else. This isn’t Victor’s first time hiring you, is it?”

He shook his head.

“Does his uncle know?”

“I don’t know.”

“He doesn’t like him much.” He didn’t. Angus Scava could hardly stand Victor, but he had to put up with him. There was no one else to take over the family reins. “He’d been readying James to take over the family. But then James was killed.”

“He was shot, correct?”

I nodded. “On his way home from a meeting he’d gone to in place of his father.”

Dominic’s eyebrows seemed locked in a permanent furrow, but he seemed to be a man used to shielding his thoughts. The momentary flash of vulnerability I saw in his eyes was gone like it had never been there in the first place.