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I laugh. “I wouldn't be able to talk if he did. It's just a little bruising. I'll be fine. You saved me again.”
He chuckles. “Actually, your father saved you this time.”
My eyes widen, searching for my father. “Where is he?”
He glances behind him and then back at me. “He went to make a few phone calls. He said a few men owe him favors. Look, I want to ask you something. It's about the guy who gave you the blue gun.”
I nod, smiling. “So, he was a friend of yours.” It's not a question but a statement.
He sighs. “Not exactly. I'm not sure who he was, and neither does Angel nor your father. The gun he gave you...well, it belonged to my father. Miguel gave it to him as a gift right before the fire. That gun was buried with him.”
I gasp. Not entirely sure what he's saying. The guy was clearly alive when I saw him, but Marcus was dead. Maybe it was a friend of his, but then why would he have that gun?
“I've never seen the guy before in my life. He had a suit on like everyone else and a scar under his left eye. His eyes were a piercing green and his hair was dark blond.”
“I hadn't seen my father since I was ten. If I saw him today, I wouldn't recognize him. That was nearly fifteen years ago.”
“Are you saying your father may be alive?”
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I'm not sure what I'm saying. Nothing is ever what it seems lately.”
I sit up on the couch and he tries to stop me. I place my hand to his shoulder. “I'm fine, I promise.”
He slides his thumb over my cheek. “You're staying, then?”
“Wild horses couldn't keep me away.” I smile. Gun shots come from the back yard. Gabriel's eyes dart toward the door. “Looks like it's time for us to finish cleaning up after your mother.”
I straighten up my body on the couch. “Where is my mother?”
“She's gone and so is Santiago's mother.”
Two men swing open the front door and I reach for my gun. He slides his hand over mine, stopping me. “Relax, princesa. They are friends.”
One of the guys gets closer. “So, this is the guy who's caused all the trouble?”
Gabriel laughs. “We don't exactly have time for proper introductions, but yes. Carlos, this is my Mateo. Mateo, this is my older brother, Carlos.”
Now that he mentions it, I can see the family resemblance. The guy behind Gabriel shouts, “Sounds like those gunshots are getting closer. We better move.”
“You should go upstairs and lay down.”
I shake my head. “No. Where you go, I go.”
The stranger laughs. “Boss man, he's just as stubborn as you are. Looks like someone has met their match.”
When Gabriel offers me his hand, I take it and his fingers are warm and large around mine. We run out the back, loading our guns. Gabriel aims his gun at the first guy he sees and shoots without asking questions. Someone runs toward me with a knife and I put a bullet in his chest, soaking his white button down in his own blood. More men emerge from inside the house. It becomes a never-ending cycle and it is very apparent we are outnumbered, until there are finally more of us than them. My father's main guard takes out the last one. We are standing in the middle of the yard, never letting our eyes leave the back patio door.
Santiago's father walks through the threshold, waving his gun in the air. “Where is my son?”
I smile. “Probably dead by now. And I think it's your turn.”
His face flushes red with anger and he lifts the gun in my direction. “He should have ended you a long time ago, you stupid…”
The moment he walks closer, a bomb goes off cutting off his words and sending pieces of the older mob boss's body flying all over the back patio.
“That oughta shut him up.” My father laughs from beside me holding a remote control in his right hand. More chuckling comes from beside me.
“Thank God. That man talked too damn much.” Gabriel pulls my body to his. “This was some wedding. Too bad there was no photographer to capture all the memories for you to look back on.”
