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She grins, a little giggle leaving her. “How about I tell you if you win?”
Then she takes off, her ass bouncing against the seat as she maneuvers across the water. I squeeze my throttle lever and chase her while maintaining a safe distance between our skis. She looks over at me and laughs, standing and taking a jump over a larger wave before slowing.
“Did you see that?!” she screams happily, leaning into a turn as though she were doing a donut on the streets.
I turn, moving closer and circling her as she has the time of her life on the ski. When she stops, smiling brightly, I can’t help but tease her.
“You know the race isn’t over,Diabla.” I turn sharply, spraying her with the throttle and taking off once more. Now she’s the one chasing.
Katalina and Vicente fly past us, going in the opposite direction as though they’re having their own race, with the former kicking his ass. A thought hits me then; I haven’t felt the sense of family this strongly since Alvaro and I split ways and my mom passed away.
I didn’t realize how much I was missing until Vicenta entered my life. Even with my sister around, there’s always been something missing and I don’t think I ever cared about it. All I wanted in life was to be my own man, ruling my own empire and damn anyone else. But then myDiablashowed up and now I don’t want to continue living without this feeling in my life..
I don’t realize I’ve slowed down until Vicenta passes me, her laughter hitting me right in the chest.
We continue skiing the water for a while, showing off some of my flip tricks and laughing when Vicenta gets thrown off while attempting to do them herself. She’s tenacious, that’s for sure.
After a while, when the burn in our muscles begs us to stop, we return to the shore, pushing the skis up the sand so Javier can have them cleaned and taken back to the storage with the Sabre boats.
“That was the most fun I’ve ever had,” Vicente says, dropping beside me on the sandy beach while Kat andDiablalay in the water together. “Jet skiing is better than bikes, but don’t tell Vi I said that.”
I chuckle as we unclip our vests and toss them aside.
“Man, if she doesn’t choose you, I’ll cry about it for sure.”
Shaking my head, I turn to one of the guards who brings over a cooler with drinks and snacks inside. Completely bypassing the latter, I grab beers, popping both tops off and passing one to Vicente.
We clink the necks together before taking a drink.
“You know her better than anyone, Vicente. Who do you think she’ll choose?”
He takes a deep breath, his eyes on the flying seagulls above us. “I’m gonna be honest here, man. I’m her brother and she will always come first in my life, so I really hope she doesn’t choose either of you.”
I cock a brow at the brave guy, but he shrugs and puts his beer down. “Vi doesn’t give herself to people, likeever. Even her best friend back home, Lydia Canelo could never get past that giant wall she has up. I was happy being the only person she trusted because that meant she’d never get hurt. You and Alvaro, though… Man, you guys not only scaled her wall, but you tore it down. Now both of you have power over her, the ability to hurt her, and it scares the shit out of me.”
I take another drink of my beer, running through his words and realizing he’s wrong about one thing.
“I’d never hurt her. Not a fucking chance in hell.”
He looks at me, a brow cocked. “Maybe not intentionally but the life you live could. You’re powerful, Romero, but you’re not Superman; a bulletcankill you. If she loses you, or even Alvaro, that way...” He looks back at her. “I don’t know what’ll happen, but I know she won’t survive it.”
Marío, that bitch, floats through my head. His threat to kill me, possibly even Alvaro, makes everything Vicente says feel like a possibility. He needs to die.
“Hey, mister maid!” Vicenta yells at me, making me groan and shake my head. “Bring us some beers!”
“Maid?” Vicente asks with a confused chuckle. “What does that mean?”
I scrub a hand across my jaw while I watch Vicenta laugh with my sister.
“It’s a long story, but she won’t let me live it down.”
“Wanna get her back?” Vicente asks, a mischievous look in his eye. “Open two beers.”
I make a face but do it anyway, wondering where he’s going with this. With the opened bottle in his hand, he casts a glance at the girls and sees that they’re not paying attention.
“I don’t know about you but I never let someone get away with shit talking.”
He presses his thumb over the top of the bottle and shakes it hard. I laugh and do the same to the one in my hand, standing with him and jerking my head.
