I move for the door.
Diablo gets in front of me again.
I bare my teeth. “Move.”
“No.”
“She saw it.”
“I know.”
“It will ruin her.”
“I know.”
“Then get the fuck out of my way.”
Diablo doesn’t blink. “What are you going to do when you get there? Kick her door in? Take her phone? Tell her not to look? Beat every blogger in Miami until she trusts you?”
My chest heaves.
Because yes.
Every instinct in me says yes.
Every instinct in me is wrong.
Diablo lowers his voice. “You said you would not follow tonight.”
I did.
To her face.
I said I would not drag her back.
She ain’t ready.
She is bleeding anyway.
I look at my phone.
Darling texts again.
Don’t come here unless she asks.
A second message follows.
She ain’t asking. This is her career.
The screen blurs for half a second.
I lock my jaw until it clears.
Vice steps closer. “Brother.”
“Don’t.”
He stops.
