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“You better have it, Iris, or you’ll get the same treatment as your boyfriend. Knocked up or not.”
Goosebumps scatter across every inch of my skin at the unforgettable sound of my father’s voice, and nausea stirs to life in the depths of my stomach.
Then he appears at the door that leads from the living area to, what I’m assuming, is the bedrooms.
“I brought you something even better.” Iris’s words, though previously discussed, make me shiver openly.
His eyes shift from Iris to me and then back again before his lips part in a grin that makes my skin crawl.
“You brought me something even better?” He nods at her. “You absolutely did.”
He stares at me for a long moment, as though he can’t believe his eyes, before turning to Iris. “I locked your brat in his room when he shit his pants.”
He grimaces. “Fucking animal.”
I swallow down my rage at his inhumane treatment of his grandchild as Iris moves toward him, clearly desperate to get to her son, but his bark stops her in her tracks.
“Leave the bag on the floor.” She drops it instantly. “And don’t fucking move until I say you can move.”
His dark eyes are even blacker than my memory allowed me to recall. He looks unkempt, unshaven, and utterly dangerous, but even so, I know I need to play the part to get what I want.
“I can’t believe you’d trick me like this, Iris. I wanted to help you!”
Iris buries her face in her hands, emotion overtaking her thin frame. “I had to do it.”
“You’re just like him!” I spit my words as I move past her, focusing on the smirking face of the man before me.
“So, what’s your move, Victor? You want to ruin my life for a second time, is that it?”
He narrows his eyes, never once taking them from my face for a beat before he tilts his head to one side, a calculated look in his dark gaze.
“You’re like a damn cat,niñita.”
I barely suppress a shudder when he uses the only name that he’s ever called me.
Never Reyna. Alwaysniñita. Always little girl.
“It’s ingrained in you. Remember, tough times don’t last, but tough people do.” He spreads his arms with a shrug. “You sure did when you spread your whore legs for a real-life billionaire! He might even pay more money to get you back.”
“If you do this, you’ll end up back behind bars where you damn well belong. You mark my words; I’ll see to it that you do.”
He pouts exaggeratedly. “Aw, boo hoo.Niñitagonna make me pay for my sins, is that it?”
I don’t reply. Instead, I remain perfectly still under his slow perusal, forcing him to speak again.
“You won’t findanythingon me. I bury my skeletonsrealfucking deep.”
His lips lift with what can only be described as a sinister smirk. “Your mother would knowallabout them.”
My forehead creases at the turn the conversation has taken, even though I try my best to remain impassive, and he barks a rough laugh. “Have your attention now, don’t I!”
I give what I’m praying is a nonchalant shrug as my bottom lip curls. “I could care less about your fucking games, Victor. Do what you want—”
Then he cuts me off with a snarl as he closes the distance between us.
“Don’tyou disrespect your father,niñita.Disrespect is one thing Iwon’tstand for.” He holds his hand up to his mouth and stage whispers, “Just ask those skeletons, hmm?”
I stand my ground, tilt my chin, and stare right into those unfathomable dark depths as though I’m looking into the bowels of Hell, asking the question that I need answered.
