“Leti—” A warning growl bleeds into my voice. “You do not want to make an enemy of me.”
She barks out a laugh, her voice pitched high and mocking. “Hijo de puta.”Motherfucker.“You’re already my enemy.”
My shoulders stiffen at her words, and I wrestle her body closer against mine. “We—“
“No.” She shakes her head, clipping the bottom of my jaw. “There is no ‘we’. There never was. Because if there had been, if I’d meant anything to you, then you wouldn’t have abandoned me.” She stomps her heel into my foot, and I grunt. “You made it look so fucking easy.”
Is that what she thinks?
Adrian shifts beside me, careful to remain outside of Leticia’s striking range. He signals Rio, who parked the SUV close by, and Rio jumps from the idling vehicle to open the back door.
Fuck it. She’s going to keep fighting and screaming at me. I might as well give her a legitimate reason to be angry.
“Grab her legs,” I say to my brother.
With lightning speed, he lunges forward to wrap one arm over the top and the other over the bottom of her calves, sandwiching her legs in his grip as he tucks her against his side. She bucks and writhes against us, uncaring that if we were to release her now, she’d fall to the unforgiving pavement.
“It didn’t have to be like this.” She’s the one acting reckless. Unreasonable.
“Mierda.”Bullshit.Leticia reverts to her native language when she’s angry, and right now, she’s furious. But what’s done is done. The only thing left now is to move forward. With staggered steps, Adrian and I haul her to the awaiting vehicle. Her skirt falls back, exposing her black boy short panties and the cheeks of her toned ass.
“Urgh!” she screeches, doubling her efforts when she realizes we’re almost to the SUV.
Daniel and Ricardo park behind Rio, both men exiting the vehicle to watch our struggle with varying expressions of outrage and amusement. I, for one, am not amused.
Ricardo’s eyes wander over Leticia’s body, and my nostrils flare, seeing the appreciation in his gaze.
“Eyes up,” I snap.
Ricardo jerks his attention to me, a look of fear washing over his face.
“Mírala así otra vez y te quitaré uno de tus ojos.”Look at her like that again and I’ll take one of your eyes.
He heeds my warning, averting his gaze before climbing back into his vehicle. Daniel quickly follows suit.
“Breathe,hermano,” Adrian cautions, catching the apprehensive look on the faces of my men.
Easy for him to say. It’s not his woman they gawked at.
The fight drains out of Leticia, her efforts weaker now as we close the last few feet of distance.
“Block the other side,” Adrian tells Rio.
He jogs around the SUV and leans against the door, ensuring Leticia can’t make the same escape twice.
“Smart,” I say.
Adrian grins. “I have my moments.”
Shoving Leticia inside, I climb on top of her and press her down into the leather seats, holding her in place.
“You can’t do this. Let me go!” she screams. “Help! Somebody—“
I slam my hand over her mouth to quiet her, and Adrian slams the door shut behind me. Leticia kicks out with her feet and shoves at my shoulders, but it’s no use. I have a good fifty pounds on her. Rio takes over driving while Adrian hops into the passenger seat, and I make myself comfortable, settling my weight in between Leti’s thighs.
“Stop fighting me,” I warn. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She shakes her head violently, forcing me to dig my fingers into her cheeks.
