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“We can proceed with the deal,” I mention as I dial Carlos.
“Yes?” He answers promptly.
“Set up the transfer.”
“On it,” he replies.
Not one second passes before I feel Noelle bump into me. Half-turning to ask her what’s wrong, I watch with wide eyes as everything happens in slow motion.
One of my Glocks is in her hands as she aims at Santiago, her aim flawless as she hits him to the heart.
He falls to the ground, blood pooling all around him, and somehow, I know that he doesn’t stand a chance.
Even as I rush to his side and I try to put pressure on the wound, I know it’s in vain.
“P-pocket,” he whispers, the word barely audible before he gives his last breath.
My hands are stained with blood, but even in the madness of the moment, I try to keep my wits about me as I pat him down, finding his pocket and what he’d hidden inside—a USB.
I grind my teeth as I quietly slip it inside my own pocket before I turn to deal with Noelle.
Our eyes meet and she doesn’t shy away, looking me straight in the eye. She pushes her chin up, determination shining in her features.
“What the fuck, Noelle?”
She gives me a sweet smile and shrugs.
I stride to her side, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
She blinks, before she shrugs again.
My cheek twitches with realization. She must have recognized him from the hacienda, and she must have intuited what our transaction was about.
“How do you want me to trust you when you do shit like this?” I spit out, flinging her from me.
“I can tell you everything about what happened, Raf,” she finally speaks. “But I never want you to see thatme.”
“God, you’re delusional if you think I’m ever going to trust you after this,” I shake my head at her, though the SD card in my pocket should provide plenty of answers—it should show meeverythingshe doesn’t want me to find out.
“Raf…”
“Let’s go. The plane should be waiting for us,” I tell her in a clipped tone as I head to the car.
She follows closely behind as she continues to try to engage me in conversation and explain herself, but I don’t pay her any mind. The more she tries to speak, the more I tune her out.
We make a short stop at our hotel so I can clean the blood off me and pack our stuff. Not long after, we’re back on the road as we go towards a private airstrip where Carlos had arranged for a small plane to take us to the hacienda.
I continue to ignore Noelle, knowing that soon I’ll have all of the answers I seek.
We get inside the small plane—the only two people aside from the pilot—and I place myself as far away from her as possible.
Fuck, I’m still seething after the shit she pulled. Not only did she take me completely by surprise, but she has the gall to act all prim and proper as if she were the epitome of innocence when she fucking murdered a man in cold blood. And for what? Because his videos would reveal her wicked face—her real face.
The plane takes off, and as soon as it’s safe to, she unbuckles her seat belt and comes to my side.\
Of course, she would.
