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“Do you think we can trust Darío?” Vicente asks from his seat across from mine.
I look away from the clouds and into the eyes that match his sister’s.
“I trust no one I do not call my family, but since your sister is my family and I trust her judgment, I will cautiously take Darío at his word.”
“What do we know about him?”
Romero is the one who answers Vicente this time.
“In the cartel world, he’s calledMuertobecause he’s never seen without hisdia de los Muertosmask. In the public eye, he’s practically unknown. The elusive elitist and son of a billionaire, but he doesn’t have a social figure. He keeps himself as an unknown and is only seen during sit downs on his father’s behalf—with his mask in place. He has no siblings, no girlfriends, no weaknesses as far as the world knows.”
I scoff. “Everyone has a weakness, it’s just a matter of finding it.”
When the jet touches down, we all nod and disembark. There’s a car waiting for us as we reach the tarmac, guards in camo waiting to take us to the meeting.
We slide into the vehicle and watch the city fly by us. I’m positive my father will be there already, his greed and hunger for power blinding him to death’s approach. Since finding out that he is the one who killed my mother, my hands have ached to end his life, to take from him what he took from my sweet mother. A life for a life.
I’ve envisioned taking his life slowly, painfully, but now all I want is to put a bullet in his mouth and watch his head explode. I just want Vicenta back and safe, no more threats, no more fears. Just me and her. Well, us and her, I guess.
It’s not that I haven’t forgiven Romero because I have, and it’s definitely not that Vicenta makes me feel unequal to him—I just don’t want to share her and I sure as shit don’t want to be on equal ground with him. I want to be more in her life and Romero can deny it all he wants, but I know he wants the same thing. Me out of the picture.
But for myBruja, I’ll do anything, even share.
We arrive at a mansion guarded by a large stone and iron gate, slowly driving through until we pull around the giantVirgen de Guadalupewater fountain where Darío stands waiting.
He’s wearing a dark blue—almost black—suit with a white dress shirt, the buttons all done up to his throat. On his breast pocket there’s a blood red rosary pin hanging, making it look like he’s bleeding. On his face is his trademark skull mask. His sharp, stone-gray eyes assess us when we step from the vehicle.
“Bienvenido a Puerto Vallarta,” he says when we stop before him. His eyes move over all of us before landing on Vicente, his head tilting to the side.
“I thought your looks were exaggerated,mi príncipe. You look just like José, but lucky for you, he was a handsome guy. I wonder if you’re as fucked inside the head as he was.”
Vicente mimics Darío by tilting his head, his gaze traveling over the man and I have to say I’m proud. I thought the kid would be the hothead I first met, but it’s as though he has changed into someone else entirely, choosing only to be the normal Vin we know when we’re alone.
“What’s the point in covering your face? It doesn't inspire trust.”
The eyes of the cartel prince flare at Vicente’s boldness but otherwise, he ignores the comment.
He moves to the side and gestures to the open door. “Please, come in. Marío has yet to arrive; I’d rather keep your presence a secret for now.”
He turns and walks into the mansion, leaving us to follow behind him. I nod to Vicente to go ahead while me and Romero take up the rear. We weren’t checked for weapons, butBrujais the incentive not to shoot this cocky bastard in the head right now.
Darío leads us down a couple of hallways until we reach a door. “My guards will watch this door outside, do not try anything stupid.”
My brows twitch in anger as he opens it and steps back. “I’ll leave you to your reunion. When Marío arrives, a guard will lead you to the dining hall.”
We ignore him and walk in, finding Vicenta in a tight, short cocktail dress that I doubt she picked for herself. She jumps from the sofa and rushes toward us.
“Omigod!”Her arms wrap around mine and ‘Mero’s neck, pulling us tightly to her shaking body as tears stream down her face.
We kiss her cheeks and step back, letting her brother get his hug, but he stands back, his eyes angry and hard. I can’t even begin to blame him, nor will I ask him to be kind.
“Vicente, I—”
“I’ll never be able to forgive you for this, Vi. I’ll never be able to erase the image of you holding a gun to yourown fucking head!”
Vicenta loses her temper right along with her brother.
“Andnowyou know what it feels like! You think I was fucking happy about your choice?! Aboutallof your choices!” She stabs a finger at each of us as her face turns red in anger. “You decided to go to Marío without even asking me what I thought! What did you think would happen, huh? Did you think I was gonna sit back and let my brother, my fuckingTWIN, go into the battle for me?! That I’d sit back and play the obedient sister, saying prayers for your safe return?” She scoffs. “Fuck out outta here, Vin. You know me a hell of a lot better than that.”
