Cisco sipped his red wine, lost in thought. The Martinez cartel's sudden interest in his family had him on edge.
His mind drifted to Tristan, and he muttered, "What does he want?"
Cisco's eyes narrowed. "What game are you playing, Tristan?"
A plan began to form in his mind. He set his wine aside and picked up his phone, dialing a number he hadn't used in years.
The voice on the other end was cheeky, with a hint of amusement.
"Wow, Francisco, I never knew you knew how to call," Tristan said.
Cisco's tone was icy. "Listen carefully, Tristan. This is a warning."
Tristan chuckled. "Warning? Really? I thought I was missed, baby."
"Do not come near my daughter," Cisco growled. "I don't want to see a scratch on her from you or your people."
Tristan's laughter sent a chill down Cisco's spine.
"Ah, Frudi. She's grown up beautifully. And she was actually fun to talk to," Tristan said.
