“No? What do you mean, no?”
Irritation flickers in my chest. “She’s hiding something. I intend to find out what it is.”
Ángel’s eyes light up, and without provocation, he opens his laptop and begins typing. “Give me what you have?”
I sigh. “I don’t need you—“
His dark brown eyes cut to mine. Fine. “She said something when we were in the car earlier.”
Adrian snorts. “Was this before or after you fucked her?”
Aztlán’s eyebrows climb up his forehead, and he offers me an appreciative look.
“I didn’t fuck her.”
“Sure you didn’t,” Adrian grunts.
“Shut the fuck up, Adrian.”
“Focus,” Ángel snaps.
My teeth clench, and I nod. “Fine.” Ignoring the eldest of my baby brothers, I shift in my seat and give Ángel my full attention. “She insinuated that if we fucked—” I swallow hard, envisioning how close we’d been to doing exactly that. If I close my eyes, I can see how fucking perfect she’d been in that moment. Arms bound behind her back, hair disheveled, and perfect ass bared and ready for the taking. “—I’d ruin her.”
Adrian snorts, but says nothing while Ángel’s fingers fly over his keyboard.
“Is she a virgin?” Aztlán asks.
I nod, and he whistles. “That’s why. She was raised Catholic, like the rest of us. Probably wants to hang on to her virginity until her wedding night, like tradition suggests.”
I shake my head. “No. The way she said it…“ I press my tongue into my cheek, replaying the bitterness of her words. “It was said with resignation. She’s not a virgin out of some need to be holy, but something is making her cling to her purity, and if I take it…” I shake my head. “I don’t know. It sounded off, but maybe—“
“Got it!” Ángel exclaims, turning his computer around and showing me the screen.
He has a series of legal documents pulled up, dated long before I was born. “What am I looking at?” I ask.
“Marriage contracts.”
“For her and the Sidorov—“
“No. This is the agreement between Ruben Castro and his now deceased wife, Lara.”
My brows pull together. “Why is this important?”
Ángel turns the screen back to himself, finds whatever he’s looking for, and then whips it back around to face me. “See this, right here?” He points to a highlighted section of text, and I make quick work in reading it. No fucking way. Mouth parting in disbelief, I read it again, needing to make sure I’m not misreading anything. I’m not. Throwing my head back, I bark out a laugh and turn the screen to Adrian.
“You still think this is a mistake, cabrón?” I ask with a grin. Fuck. I can’t believe I got this lucky.
“She—“ The disbelief is clear in his voice.
“She inherits everything,” I tell him. “Every fucking piece of the Castro Cartel. With her, we can systematically tear down everything Ruben Castro holds dear. Piece by piece.” I can’t help the grin on my face. “She is the key to that fucker’s kingdom.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself just yet,” Ángel cautions. “We’ve done a brief skim. I’ll need time to go over the contract and make sure there have been no addendums added that may counter this.”
I nod. “Do what you need to do.”
Steepling his fingers, Adrian gives our brother a considering look. “Where did you find that?”
Ángel leans back in his seat, his expression smug. “Castro’s used the same attorney for decades. If you use old systems, you wind up with old security. It was a walk in the park hacking into the law office’s security where the digital records are kept on their outdated servers.”
