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"Where the hell are the others?"
"Gone," I shrug as I take a step forward. "I'm the only one you'll be dealing with today."
His nostrils flare, and taking a step towards me, I can recognize the signs of aggression.
"Who the hell allowed them to leave?"
"You were a bit too busy on your phone to see what was happening," I say, the same fake smile in place.
"Stupid bitches," he spits right as his hand shoots out, his fingers wrapped in my hair. "You're going to pay for them, too, aren't you?" he sneers in a cruel tone.
I flutter my lashes at him, which seems to throw him off—especially as I don't seem scared.
He tightens his hold, his expression growing more aggressive.
"On your knees, whore," he orders, his other hand going to his pants.
Before he can do anything, though, I wrench my head forward, displacing the wig and causing it to slip off my head.
The hair remains in his hold while I duck.
"What the fuck…"
In one fluid movement, I'm on the ground, my hand on my heel as I take out the tiny device, my hand resting over the touch-sensitive button.
Ortega, noticing the ruse, is quick to reach for his gun. But just as he does that, I aim the laser, cutting straight through the barrel of his pistol.
His expression is priceless as he stares at me, then at his pistol, then back at me.
"Who the hell are you?" He blinks, and the first signs of fear appear on his face.
"You don't recognize me?" I smile sweetly as I take off the mesh holding my hair. Releasing it, I also bring the back of my hands to my face, wiping some of the make-up. "Tell me you're not that dumb."
"You're… You're…" he frowns, squinting at me as if I'm familiar but he can't still quite place me.
"Good Lord," I shake my head. "You're trying to kill my husband and you don't know who I am?" I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
Yet his stupidity aside, I have a vague impression that Ortega is just the brawn in this whole debacle—a piece of brainless muscle coaxed into this scheme. Not surprising, considering all his attempts on Raf's life have been more or less uncoordinated and straight up idiotic.
But that also means my mission won't end with him.
If he's just a tool to getting to Raf, most likely one to distract us from what's really happening, then someone else is pulling the strings.
Someone like… Marchesi.
"You're…" he struggles again, and I just shake my head and roll my eyes.
Really… We've all been worrying abouthim?For God's sake.
That also opens another line of thought. If Ortega has been so elusive that Carlos could not find him, then he mustdefinitelyhave backing.
"You don't have to try that hard," I dismiss him. "Why don't you take a seat and we'll have a nice chat?" I offer from the magnanimity of my heart considering I'm the one wielding the deadly—but fun—laser.
He eyes it suspiciously before he does as told, taking a seat on the bed.
"Sincemaybeyou have an idea who I am now, you can tell me what the deal is with wanting Rafaelo dead. And if I were you I'd spare no details," I smile as I cross my arms over my chest, still pointing the laser towards him. "Oh, and by the way, this thing is touch sensitive so my finger could slip at any moment. I'd be careful if I were you."
He stares me down for a second before he sighs.
