“You like this, Kitten. You like the way my fingers are tearing through you. Tell me how much you like it.”
I didn’t just like it. I loved every minute of it.
“He’s definitely something to look at.” She interrupts my thoughts. I can’t help notice the way her eyes roam over him.
My face scrunches. She’s not his type. I don’t necessarily know his type, but Shawny isn’t it. She pours another drink and takes it to the end of the bar. The man there is familiar, his face one a woman would never forget. Shawny attempts to flirt with him, but his expression remains neutral as he drops a fifty-dollar tip and walks away.
“Is that Axel Reyes?” I whisper when she’s back at my end of the bar.
“No. That’s his hot twin brother, Adan.”
“God, they’re gorgeous.” I sigh.
I’d had a slight crush on Axel Reyes. Tried like hell to get Thalia to set us up, but he was never interested enough to stay in contact with me.
“And that’s their bitch sister, Ariella,” Shawny says, her hate-filled eyes landing on Ariella Reyes.
Ariella is Thalia’s younger cousin and Axel and Adan’s little sister. I don’t know her other than the times she’s tagged along with Thalia, but I can’t see her having problems with anyone.
“She looks so sweet and innocent, but you should see her.” Shawny huffs. “What do you think her brothers would do ifthey knew how she was throwing herself at every man who walked into Los Peregrinos bar.”
“Los Peregrinos?”
“Ya, most of the security guards working tonight are actually all members of Los Peregrinos Motorcycle Gang. And get this, apparently Patricio Consuelo contracts them. The entire family is involved in some shady shit.”
My mouth drops like I’m shocked, but I’m not. You’d have to be stupid to be friends with someone as long as I’ve been friends with Thalia and not know the business her family dabbles in. I order two more drinks and sit at the bar before making my way back to our table.
Thalia dances with Silas, Mireya and Adrian are deep into some conversation, and Efren is staring directly through me. My face flushes red, maybe from too many mangonadas. Laughter breaks the tension, and I turn to see Thalia making her way towards us, her arm wrapped around Ariella.
“Hola. ¿Como estan? Hola mi precioso,” Ariella says, greeting Adrian, Mireya, and giving baby PJ a kiss.
She looks to the bar and then back to the three empty seats separating Efren and I.
“Efren! I’m so glad you’re here!” she exclaims.
Efren smiles at her and then looks at me. Ariella picks up on the tension, turning to face me.
“Oh. Am I? Are you two—” She looks between Efren and I.
“We’re nothing,” Efren replies, motioning her to take the seat next to him.
Ariella stalls, looking at me, and I’m too consumed with rage to say anything other than, “I don’t even know the guy.”
Efren glares at me. Another silent war. He knows I was lying the other night. I never loved Esteban, but that’s never changed the conflicting feelings I have about Efren. It wasn’t right.
“Ari, come, sit down!” Efren says.
Mireya gives me a concerning look while Thalia is caught up trying to keep Adrian and Silas from killing each other with stare downs.
“What do you know about Ariella Reyes?” I ask Mireya, knowing she’ll give me the whole run down.
She quickly looks at them and back at me.
“Not much. She’s really sweet. Usually at family things, she sticks with her friend Genesis, um, Lucia is obsessed with her, and she’s really good with kids, oh and she has a dog, a really ugly dog.”
“What are they doing?” I whisper to Mireya, trying to avoid looking at Ariella and Efren.
“He just got them drinks.” Mireyas says looking up.
