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I don’t have to look at the screen to know what Victor is seeing. His partners, some he even grew up with and considers family, all bound and gagged in Victor’s personal office. I watch as Victor begins to panic, his eyes having trouble straying from the screen while he tries to comprehend what brought this situation to him.
“Please, I have no knowledge of anyone taking from you, nor would I ever allow such a person to work for me! I’m begging you not to kill them—I will get rid of them myself. I'll work on your accounts and find a way to pay back what was taken.”
Marío chuckles dryly. “You have four-point-five million dollars laying around?”
Victor chokes, coughing loudly when he hears how much was taken over the months.
“No, I do not, but I promise I will figure something out. Please, spare them. Allow me to fix this.”
“Do you know who I am, Victor? I mean,reallyknow who I am?”
Victor swallows loudly and nods.
“Then you know that simplyfiringsomeone who steals from me is unacceptable.” Marío snaps his fingers and the same guard who handed him the iPad speaks into his ear piece while my father points to the screen.
We all hear the moment when Victor’s team is executed. Each of the five men and one woman—who Victor was banging behind his wife’s back—get a bullet to the back of their heads. Victor cries out but quickly shuts his mouth when I step to my father’s side and show him the gun under my arm. No need to draw attention to us.
As it is, the Japanese restaurant is busy this evening, but Victor chose a private table to celebrate his daughter’s win. Tucked in the back of the large dining room and surrounded by folding room dividers on two sides, they mostly block the other patrons from seeing us. There’s just one open space for the waiter to enter and exit from—Victor certainly picked the perfect place for us to crash his party. The only way we’d be seen is if you’re standing outside the large window at my back where I saw the littleBrujajump into the Audi.
I immediately begin to think of the deceitful daughter.
I was put in charge of looking into the Guzmán family, so during my stay here recently, I dug deep into the lives of Victor’s children. Vicenta, for obvious reasons, was the most interesting to me. I can tell a lot about a person through photographs, especially when comparing candid to staged.
For instance, Vicenta's public Instagram profile had nothing but pictures of her at her diving competitions, practices, and team poses for the year books. The profile seemed to suggest diving is all that matters to her, but I knew it was a lie by the fifth photo. Her smiles in these images were nothing like what she had shown me moments ago. They’re stiff and forced as though she doesn’t actually know how to smile sweetly…orhonestly.
The smiles were lies.
After I created a fake profile and was accepted as a follower to the profile she keeps private, I was able to find out who this dutiful daughter really is. She keeps a whole other life hidden from her parents.
The photos in that profile were quite the opposite of the public profile. Also, she seemed to be followed by mostly men. At first, I thought the perfect daughter was hiding a dirty sex life, but that wasn’t the case. Pleasantly shocking me, I learned that these men were not following her because she can suck cock like a goddess; no, they followed her because she’s an illegal street racer.
The girl has no breaks—pun intended—when it comes to risking her life behind the wheel, or as she prefers it, behind the handlebars. She has kicked more ass on the streets than she has in her entire fake life jumping from a board. Not that she isn’t good at diving, but it’s not her desire.
She has no passion for it, not like she does when she’s racing.
One picture in particular pulled me in so strongly that I screenshotted it so I could selfishly keep it for myself.
It was a candid photo, one that I could tell was taken after she won a race. The guy she beat was reaching for her aggressively, as though he meant to hurt her. Of course, her brother was right there between them. The photo was taken just as his fist was about to connect to the asshole’s jaw, but that’s not what impressed me.
It was the relaxed stance Vicenta stood with, the excited gleam in her eyes as she stared the guy down. It was that sinister smile, screaming sex and violence.
“What can I do to fix this?” Victor’s voice pulls me from my illicit thoughts of his daughter.
“With over four million missing, I don't believe there is a way to fix it. You will pay with your life.”
Victor is quiet but I can see the wheels spinning in his head, running through everything he can possibly do to save himself.
After a tense moment, Victor finally speaks. “No.Lo siento, jefe, but I don’t buy it.”
I narrow my eyes at the ballsy guy. No one has ever spoken to Marío Banderas this way and lived to tell about it.
“Do you believe you are irreplaceable, Victor? I can find anyone with twice your intelligence.”
Victor shakes his head, casting glances at me and the guards. “If your intention was to kill me, you wouldn’t be sitting here now. No, you want something and I’m telling you that I am willing to give it.”
Victor just offered his soul to the devil.
Foolish pendejo.
