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I twist Armando’s arm up into his back, which nearly has him falling to his knees in submission. “Now that the tables are turned… what in thefuck, Armando?” I spit out.
The warm Miami air turns chillingly cold when no one says anything. It’s as if there’s something everyone knows about that I’m unaware of.
“That’snotArmando,” Amalia finally says, and it has my gaze snapping to hers.
“Excuse me?”I say, confusion lacing every syllable.
“ThatcabrónisnotArmando… That’s fucking Diego.”
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I’ve been fucking fooled.
My body heats with a boiling rage when I realize how oblivious I’ve been. This entire time I thought Armando was helping me, but it hasn’t been him at all? It’s been his fucking twin brother Diego?
“Surprised,prima?” he says with a sinister chuckle that Pedro joins in on.
I tighten the pressure I have against the blade on his neck. “You sure you want to join in on my cousin’s stupidity, Pedro?”
“Please,” he scoffs out. “You’re just a little girl trying to play a big boy’s game.”
“I’ve been working on perfecting my fucking chivalrous brother for years now,” Diego says, “and I’ve finally been able to put it to good use. How would you rate my performance?”
His tone has changed. Armando’s usual charming and confident tone has been replaced with the slimy, douchebag voice of Diego.
“How long have you been pretending to be your brother?” I snap.
“Too long. You and that idiot brother of mine made it too fucking easy for us. All we had to do was switch our names and forward your calls in both of your phones, and you were putty in our hands.”
My heart beats erratically, making it nearly impossible to breathe. Everything was a setup.Everything.How thehelldid I not catch onto this?
The anger coursing through my body finally becomes too much and I explode. “How could you do this, Diego?” I exclaim. “I always knew you were a little bitch who always wanted to follow in daddy’s footsteps, but how could you side with him and Pedro after what they did to your own mother?”
“Don’tanswer that, Diego,” Pedro says.
I tighten the hold I have around his neck and he lets out a hiss. “Oh, did I nick you there?” I ask as if I don’t already know the answer. “Speak again, and I’ll do a lot fucking more next time.” I lower my lips to his ear so only he can hear me. “And trust me when I say, killing you has been a dream of mine since I found out what you did to my parents. Don’t fucking tempt me with the one thing I’ve been dying to do, Pedro.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Diego says. “The bitch won’t be an issue for long.”
Enzo tightens his hold on Diego, making him cry out in pain again. “You’re fuckingconfusedif you think it’s appropriate to speak to her like that when I’m a split second away from breaking your arm and shooting you in the fucking head.”
Diego laughs, and the sound sends a shiver up my spine. “How fucking cute. You still think you have the upper hand here.”
My brows furrow and I snap my gaze to Enzo, whose glare is hard on the gun buried in Diego’s temple. He clenches his jaw, and just when I think he’s about to shoot him, something hits me in the back of my head,hard.
It happens so fast that all I hear is Enzo yelling my name while I let go of Pedro and fall to the ground, white lights flashing through my dark mind.
“Mierda,”I hiss out.
I bring my hand to the back of my head, and something wet coats my fingers. I wince.
“Now, now, now,” a deep, familiar voice says. I’m not sure if it’s coming from behind me or in front of me at this point. With my throbbing head and my vision a blur, I can’t tell my left from my right, but I do feel someone ripping the gun from the holster I have around my leg.
Enzo’s yelling, but it sounds muffled like it’s in the background, and I can’t make out his words.
When I’m yanked back up to a stand by the strands of my hair, I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from hissing out in pain, and my hands fly up to my attacker’s hands in hopes that I can alleviate some of the hold he has on me.
