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“What the hell just happened?” I ask, panting as if I just ran a marathon.
Enzo falls to my side and says, “I don’t know. One moment you’re dropping to the ground to pick up the gun, and the next a gunshot goes off.”
I furrow my brow. “Wasn’t that from you?”
“No,” he says, shaking his head. “The first gunshot hit one of the guys over to the left. I didn’t even have my gun raised when it happened.”
“If it wasn’t you, then who?—”
The sound of a twig snapping comes from behind, which has us whipping around with our guns raised.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” the intruder says. “You really going to pull your guns on the one person who just saved both of your asses?”
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“Armando?”Amalia questions.
“Armando?” I repeat. “TheArmando? The real fucking Armando this time?”
Amalia pushes herself up to a stand and runs over to this new Armando, throwing herself into his arms.
“Now hold on a damn minute,” I say, pushing myself up from the ground and following her. “How do we know this is therealArmando this time?”
“Isn’t Diego’s body over there with the others?” she asks.
“I would say yes, but we don’t know. Several gunshots went off. At this point, I don’t even know what happened. What if he’sthisArmando?” I narrow my gaze on the man. He’s wearing a white button-up, black slacks, and a black jacket. It’s completely different from what Diego was wearing, but I don’t trust my own fucking eyes to not play tricks on me since we’ve been played this entire time.
“No, this is the real Armando,” Amalia says. “Not only is he wearing different clothes, but look, he has more facial hair than when Diego was just posing as him.”
“Diego was posing as me? What thehellis going on?” Armando asks, his brows furrowing.
“Before we get into everything, I think we need to make sure all of the bodies are dead and accounted for,” I say. “I don’t want to take any chances.”
“Fuck … Yeah, okay,” Armando says, running his hand through his hair. “I’ll take the three over here.”
“I’ll check on the ones over there,” Amalia says.
I give them both a nod and head for where Pedro and Diego should be, but when I get to Pedro and don’t see Diego’s body, I know something’s wrong.
“Do either of you remember hitting Diego?” I call out to Amalia and Armando.
“No,” Armando says.
“I only took out my uncle and Pedro,” Amalia says.
“Fuck,”I hiss out. “He’s not over here. You guys see him over there?”
“What do you mean he’s not over there?” Amalia asks. She and Armando hurry over to me.
“His body isn’t here, which means he got away. You wouldn’t have anything to do with that now, would you?” I ask Armando, no subtlety in my accusatory tone.
“What the fuck isthatsupposed to mean?” he says, squaring his shoulders at me.
“Exactly how it sounds,” I snap back. “You came out of nowhere—at a pretty convenient time, might I add—and now your brother’s missing.”
“Well, first of all, you’re fucking welcome I came at thispretty convenient time. You would both be dead if I hadn’t shown up.”
