Casey gaped at the dead man, stunned.
"Holy crap, I didn't mean to do that!" she squeaked and turned horrified eyes on Reyes. "Was he one of ours?"
Reyes chuckled darkly and gave her hip a reassuring pat. "No, nena, my guys are all standing in position." His eyes cut to Benito and lingered in disgust. "Real professionals expect an ambush at any moment, especially when hosting an unknown. All these motherfuckers belong to the head of the table. This party belongs to you; shoot at will."
A slow grin spread across her face and she flung her arms around Reyes. He swung her into his lap and kissed her hard on the mouth, slipping his tongue across her lips, demanding access to the treasure within. She opened eagerly and pressed herself against him, heedless of their audience.
Reyes pulled back slightly, his hand tangled in her hair, gripping her hard. "I missed you, Casey. Was the longest three days of my fucking life. Don't you ever fucking leave me again, understand?"