Page 30 of Brazilian Revenge

“I need to go to the bathroom. Really bad.”

“Okay, but we’ll make it quick,” she said.

She twisted the door handle, and when she entered the room, she was slammed against the wall. Jacinta pointed an ice pick to her neck. “What the fuck?” she said, her voice wavering.

An evil spark gleamed in Jacinta’s eyes. “I’m getting out. You let me get out and no one gets hurt.”

“Calm down,” she said, unsure if she was talking to herself or the woman.

Jacinta laughed, shaking her head. “I’m very calm, senhora. All I need is to get out. I’m not going to pay for someone else’s mistake. All I wanted was some money.”

Money. Of course. “Okay. Listen, Leonardo is rich, and I’m sure if you give me a shot I can talk to him and ask him…” Satyanna said. Jacinta leaned in, obviously interested in what else she had to say.

Satyanna’s blood throbbed thick and hot everywhere—her pulse, her heart, and her freaking temples. Do this. Swiftly, she balled her fingers into a fist and punched Jacinta’s belly.

“Merda. Filha da puta,” the woman cursed, bending to touch her stomach.

Satyanna dashed for the door, but by the time she touched the handle she felt something sharp piercing her flesh. The burning pain made her glance down, but even before she saw the piece of glass cutting through her shirt and soaking the white shirt with red, she knew it. Shit.

“You shut up.” Jacinta slammed her against the wall, this time harder. Ouch. It was like a giant rock had just crushed her, bone by bone. Ache washed over her body.

“What is going—”

She heard Leonardo’s voice.

Sweat trickled down her back. Her throat dried, and she swallowed with difficulty. Blood. Her blood.

“You try to get me, and she dies.” Jacinta lifted the piercing object against her neck again. Satyanna’s pulse vibrated with fear. She could feel Jacinta’s hot stinky breath. Even with her karate knowledge, she knew this was too much. She had tried to kick her.

Satyanna touched her wound, and figured it looked worse than what it was. It hurt, but she’d make it. She had a daughter. She had to.

“How are you, Satyanna?” he asked, eyes on her. Was she hallucinating or did she sense he was really worried?

“I’m good,” she said.

He leaned forward and gestured at her hip. “This wound doesn’t look good. Let me take a look.”

“Back off.” Jacinta jerked away, and the tip of the glass made a cut on her neck. She could feel a drip of blood running down her skin.

Satyanna took a deep breath.

“What do you want, Jacinta?” he raised his voice.

Jacinta didn’t halt. “Get out of my way. Go to the far end of the room.”

Leonardo gave her a slow nod and scanned the room as if to try to look for an alternative, but there wasn’t any. Maybe he knew as well as Satyanna did that Jacinta had nothing to lose. Death could possibly be better than prison.

“Now, I’m going to leave with her and lock you in.”

“No.”

“Don’t move. I won’t hurt her if you both cooperate. Once I get out of the property I will let her come back, and she can set you free,” she said, her voice steady.

Satyanna swallowed and managed to say, “This is crazy. You’re in way over your head.”

“I’m not going down like this.” Jacinta slammed the door shut and locked it with one hand.

Sourness spilled into Satyanna’s stomach, and she had to swallow the bile floating up her throat. Her mouth was dry. What if their daughter woke up? The throbbing pain continued. Jacinta jerked her through the house, her hands clasped on her elbows. Who would take care of Lyanna? What if Harry returned and took Lyanna with him?

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