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“I know,” he continues to comfort me, “I’ve got you. No one is taking you.”
Cupping the sides of my head with both hands, he speaks against my lips, “No one will ever take you from me.”
His hands slide over my ears just in time to muffle to more rifle shots. When he releases his hold, I turn to find that Andres has fired two rounds into the man laying at his feet.
“I’m going to check the hall,” Andres yells across the room, “and get some things from the car.”
“Did he hurt you?” Alex holds me against his chest, crooking his neck to look down at me.
From the pain in my face, I know it’s obvious he hurt me. But I don’t think that’s what Alex means.
“Did he violate you?” He kisses my forehead, “Did he touch what is mine?”
“Cerecita,” he strokes my hair, “I need to know. If he did, I intend to feed him his own cock before I kill him.”
“No,” I shake my head, “He didn’t.”
A look of both relief for me and disappointment about Eddie washes over Alex’s face.
When Andres returns, he’s carrying three plastic containers generally used for gasoline. Placing them on the ground, he grips the shirt of the dead man and drags him to Eddie’s feet.
“Not to influence your plans for this piece of shit,” Andres punches Eddie and gestures to the containers he was carrying, “I thought this was only fitting.”
“Nostalgic even,” Alex responds.
With his arm still wrapped around my shoulders, the three of us walk to the containers. Opening them, we begin splashing gasoline around the room.
Smelling the fumes, Eddie begins to yell and beg for his life. No one responds to him, and neither Alex nor Andres go near him. They both leave him for me.
Walking to the middle of the room, I pour gasoline over the dead man laying at Eddie’s feet. Stepping behind him, I hear him grit, “Stupid fucking whore.”
Lifting the near empty container, I empty the remaining contents over Eddie’s head. He begins to gag and choke as the fumes likely burn his eyes and lungs.
“Call me what you want,” I drop the container behind his chair, “This stupid fucking whore is about to send you to hell where you belong.”
Walking away from him, I hear him begging for his life. When I reach the doorway Alex and Andres are standing in, Alex hands me the dead man’s cigar. I hold it in my hand for a moment, contemplating what it is I am about to do. The line I am about to cross.
“You don’t have to,” Alex says as I flick the cigar into a puddle of gasoline, igniting a trail of fire around the room to a screaming Eddie.
By the time the three of us make our way outside, Eddie’s screams have stopped. Standing in the middle of the overgrown parking lot, Alex wraps his arms around me from behind and pulls me back to his body.
With Andres standing beside us, we stand in silence as we watch the fire slowly overtake the building. I don’t know exactly why this is so important to the two of them, but all of us wait until it is engulfed in flames before we’re ready to leave.
forty
ALEJANDRO
With Isabella on my lap in the front seat, Andres drives us straight to the villa. Helping with the door to get her inside, he is about to leave.
“Stay,” I turn to him, “Take the guest room, brother.”
“Are you sure?” He questions.
“Yes,” Isabella replies, “He’s sure.”
Andres awkwardly steps into the villa and Isabella turns to him, “Don’t be weird about it. This isn’t going to be some why choose romance book moment. We’re offering you the guest room.”
“Why choose?” Andres begins to question before he makes the connection.
