“Your brother is going the wrong way.”
Adrian shakes his head but says nothing.
“I assure you, he isn’t.” I don’t elaborate, much to her obvious frustration.
She goes back to staring out the window, watching the city lights fly by while pretending I don’t exist.
Good luck with that, baby. I tried pretending you didn’t exist these five long years and look where that got me.
She glances behind us, spotting my men as they follow close behind in another of my blacked out SUVs. Storming the Sidorov club may have been impulsive, but I’m not stupid. The men behind me will ensure no one follows us, and they’ll take care of anyone stupid enough to try—not that I’m worried.
I threw Maxim off his game tonight. His ego took a beating. It will take him at least a few days to recover and come up with a plan to get back at me, and by then, it will be too late.
Her silence grates beneath my skin. “How long do you plan on giving me the silent treatment?”
Leticia bites her lip but doesn’t answer. She wears her pissed off expression like a badge of honor. She can sulk all she likes. I’m content knowing that her father will soon have no choice but to speak with me, something he’s avoided doing at every turn.
Just thinking about the man has ice filling my veins. It’s been five years since my father’s death and the bastard responsible still walks free. A sinister smile curls my lips. Until today, Ruben Castro didn’t have a care in the world. Why would he? I was an eighteen-year-old kid when my father was murdered. Overwhelmed by my grief, I struggled to keep my head above water in a violent and dangerous world.
I didn’t have the time, resources, or the capability to take on someone like Ruben Castro back then. But I sure as fuck do now, and with his daughter at my side, I’m going to make him bleed.
“I see no point in conversing when every word that comes out of your mouth is a lie.”
Unbuckling my seatbelt, I turn in my seat and grip the back of her headrest. “Not once have I ever lied to you.” My word is my honor.
“No?” she asks, her voice small. Resigned. “Then where are you taking me?”
“Home,” I bite out. Again.
Leticia huffs out a breath and unbuckles her seat belt as the SUV slows to a stop at the light. I assume she means to face me as I did her, but the next thing I know, she’s thrown her door wide open and is sprinting across three lanes of traffic.
“Chinga tu madre,”I curse, scrambling across the seat.
“Follow us,” Adrian tells Rio, my man riding passenger, right before he exits the car only seconds behind me.
“Andres!” he shouts, his footsteps pounding the pavement behind her
Determination sweeps through me. She ran. I can’t believe she fucking ran for it. What does she think this is? The goddamn movies? Who does that? A car could hit her. Or she could fall down on those stupid fucking heels of hers and get hurt.
Reckless. She’s goddamn reckless, and I swear tola Santa Muertewhen I catch up to her, I’m going to bend her over my knee and ensure she never pulls a stunt like this again.
“Do you see her?” my brother asks, both of us scanning the intersection.
“No. She—” I catch sight of Leticia’s face as she weaves between two vehicles without an ounce of concern for her own safety. “There!” I swear, when I get my hands on her—
Rushing through traffic, we track her movements, and I pick up my pace as I close the distance between us. Leticia is fast, but I’m faster. Chancing a look over her shoulder, her eyes widen when they see Adrian and me close behind. She stumbles in her heels, and I take advantage of her distraction, adding a burst of speed right before I pounce.
Arms banding around her arms and waist, I jerk her to my chest as she screams profanities and fights against my hold. Her feet lift off the ground, and she kicks at the air to get away. She catches Adrian in the chest when he gets too close, forcing him back several steps.
“Fuck!” he exclaims.
“Knock that shit off,” I snap.
Leticia spits. Fucking spits.
“Aléjate de mí. Pinche cabrón.”Get away from me. You fucking bastard.“Ayúdame! Alguien que me ayude!”Help. Somebody help me.
Shock courses through me. Who the hell is this woman? Where is the Leticia I knew? The one that would never make a scene like this, in fucking enemy territory, no less. I swear to fucking god, a demon must possess her body right now.
