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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
‘WASTE MY TIME’ SMERTDEATH
I enter the apartment to find my sister in the kitchen making a drink.
“How’s ma?” I ask her.
“She’s fine. Raquel is in there with her now. I wasn’t sure if you wanted her to see Dice’s condition, so I told her she was sleeping but that Ma wanted to say hi. She freaked out on mother’s hand but didn’t dig for answers. They’re in there chatting now.”
“How are you, Letty?” My sister has always been a rock in my world. She’s as stoic as me but as steady headed as our father. I feel for the man who marries her.
“I’m fine, just feeling a lot of heavy emotions and thinking a lot of terrible things.” She looks at me with a shrug, “But the worst part is, I don’t feel bad about it. I want these cowards to suffer a horrible fate and I don’t have any guilt about it. Fucked up, right?”
I walk over to her and hold my arms out so that she can see the blood on my sleeves, “I guess we’re a fucked-up family, but the thing is… we’re all we have in this fucking world and we gotta protect what’s ours without remorse.”
Despite the blood dotting my clothing, my sister nods and wraps her arms around me. I hug her back and kiss her head, “We’re going to be just fine, Letty. I swear it.”
Letty pulls back and continues to fix her drink, “I know. Now stop worrying about me, go see your woman, she needs you.”
I swat her hair from the side, throwing the mass of blonde coils in her face and chuckle at her string of Spanish curse words.
My sister is a hell of a lot stronger than most women. She’s never gone through the shit Dice had to face today, but she braved her own threatening experience this morning and she’s still standing tall.
I understand her worries though. It’s one thing to want revenge but it’s a whole other level of fear when you realize you have absolutely no guilt for wanting such a thing.
She’ll be okay though.
She’s an Alonso and we don’t bend for anyone or anything.
I grab Dice’s favorite bottle of champagne, Armand de Brignac, and two glasses before making my way to our bedroom.
Damn, I like the sound of that. Our bedroom.
I follow the sound of music and the unmistakable scent of weed to the en-suite.
The lights are off, but there are a dozen candles lit and placed throughout the room. Dice is laying in the tub with her head propped against a rolled-up towel. She smiles when she sees me and my fucking chest squeezes.
I have to work hard not to snarl at the bruise that colors the bridge of her nose and eyes.
I take a deep breath and push my feelings of murder aside as I walk over to her.
Just as I did in the alleyway behind her work, I pluck the joint from her fingers, "I see you found my stash."
I put the joint between my lips and squat beside the tub. I place the champagne and glasses aside as I softly caress her cheek. Red tints my vision, but I hold it all back. I have to remind myself that the piece of shit who did this to her is in my basement, broken and bleeding.
"You should see the other guy." She says with a soft chuckle, completely oblivious to the fact that the other guy is indeed worse off.
I love how she can make a heavy situation light with just a few simple words. I want to ask her questions. I want to know every last detail she can recall, but I bite my tongue for now.
"Should you be sitting in such a warm bath? Doc said your—" I have to stop and clear my throat, lest a growl comes out, "He said your ribs are badly bruised. I don’t think hot water is the best right now." I continue to stroke her soft cheek as I look into her eyes. I was afraid I’d find a completely different Dice. I imagined her whole demeanor to be cowed and fearful. I’m thankful that I was wrong.
Dice holds my hand to her face, "I'm okay, Leo. They're just a few bruises, nothing I can't handle. But I'd feel even better if you got in here with me." She gives me a coy smile and dammit if my cock didn’t just jump to attention.
I stand and toss the last of the joint into the sink as I pull my blood spotted shirt over my head. I let my jeans and briefs fall to the floor and smirk at the greedy look on Dice's face as she watches me.
She shifts forward, using her arms to bear her weight, but I don't miss the flash of pain on her face.
I slide into the tub behind her, then softly pull her back against my chest.
