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I’m positive Alvaro knows all about this girl’s hidden life. I’m even more positive it’s what drew him to her. She would fit perfectly in our world where we have to lead two lives; one filled with blood and one covered in lies.
The beauty of this girl’s camouflage is fascinating.
“La Diablaplays a dangerous game,” I say to myself just as my phone rings.
“Bueno.” I log out and stand.
“We found her,Jefe.Playa Del Secreto.”
I smile, a fitting place for her.The secret beach.
Hanging up and quickly changing, I decide on a simple look rather than my usual suit—definitely not that ugly ass shirt I took from one of the staff homes on the Banderas property last night.
“Cowboy stripper.” I scoff to myself as I decide on an all black look. I pull a t-shirt over my head and pair it with cargo joggers and Jordans. Once I’m in the garage of my penthouse, I look over my bikes and cars.
I know she saw my matte black Hayabusa when we rolled through the mall parking area, so I won’t be using that bike. No, this girl loves motorcycles, rides them well too, so she’d identify it immediately. I know she doesn’t know what her lover’s rival looks like, otherwise she would have recognized me the night I slipped into her bedroom, so I’m confident I’ll just be Mero to her.
Fuck, I love playing games with Alvaro and hisputofather. Vicenta will be just another one of my toys against the pricks.
I walk over to my army green MTT 420-RR and start the engine. I rev it as I pass the guards who know not to bother following me when I’m on this particular bike. They’d never be able to keep up anyway, and unlike Alvaro, I don’t need to have guards looking out for me at every turn.
It takes me only a few minutes to reach the beach where I see the red Ducati she flew past me on sitting near the docks. I park beside it and pull my helmet off as I look around for the tempting rider. My eyes land on a girl sitting on some boulders near the crashing waves, her brown hair whipping out behind her as she stares across the bay toward the Banderas territory.
I see her wipe at her eyes, turning sharply when a guy yells as he catches a frisbee. She stares at him and his friends for a second before her eyes catch on me. I pretend not to see her, feigning interest in the Ducati instead. I run my fingers across the glossy red paint as I hear her approach.
“Mero?” Her shocked voice reaches my back after a few moments.
I turn to her, fake surprise on my face. “Vicenta? What are you doing here?”
She shakes her head, her eyes turning angry as she looks around us. “Did they send you after me?”
I put my hands up, my brow furrowing. “Who? What’s going on?”
She growls and steps closer to me, her finger stabbing my chest. “Don’t fucking lie to me. If Alvaro or that bitch Marío sent you, you can run back to them and tell them to fuck off or step into Herrera territory if they want.” She gives me a cruel smile that looks sexy as fuck on her. “I’d love to see what the Don here would do to them.”
Me too, baby,I think to myself.
“I swear to you, Vicenta, I have no idea what’s going on. I was fired this morning, just like I knew I would be. So trust me when I say, I’m not your enemy.” I gesture to the bike. “I was just admiring this motorcycle. I was hoping the owner would show up.”
I chuckle, shaking my head as the suspicion begins to melt from her eyes, a sigh leaving her lips as she leans against the Ducati.
“I’m the owner.” She clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes. “For now.”
I whistle low, raising my brows in mock surprise. “This is yours?”
She looks at me up and down. “Yeah, it is. But I stole it from those Banderas assholes.”
Vicenta moves, swinging her leg over the seat. “I should probably go.”
“Wait, wait, I was looking for the owner—which is you, I guess.” I act flustered, intimidated by her beauty, but I don’t think she’s buying it. “Anyway, there’s a race tonight and my partner backed out.”
She stares at me, her eyes narrowing. “I’m failing to see what exactly it is you want from me.”
A lot, I think darkly to myself.
“You up for making some money? It’s a four person race through the city. First team to the finish line wins five thousand American dollars and the losers hand over the titles to their bikes.”
There is no such race, but it’ll be simple enough to get one set up.
