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“Nope.” I shake my head. “It needs to be now. I want this moment immortalized forever.”
Leaning in to kiss his cheek, I snap another picture. It’s at that moment that Raf surprises me by taking the camera out of my hands and kissing me firmly on the lips.
“There, this is better,” he smirks as he hands me the picture.
I’m about to tell him to take another one when the intercom suddenly rings.
We both frown at each other, glancing at the clock. It’s almost eight in the evening. Who would come at this hour?
“I hope it’s not my brother again,” I mumble as I get up. “I’ve had enough of him and Yuyu for a while.”
I stomp to the hallway to check the intercom camera, ready to tell Cisco to go back and leave us alone.
But it’s not Cisco…
“Who is it?” Raf asks, following me.
He stops behind me, as speechless as I am.
“That’s Lucero,” I wet my lips. “Why is she here? To poison you some more against me?”
Before Raf can say anything, I press the button on the intercom, “What do you want?” I demand harshly.
“Hi Noelle,” she says in a small voice. “Can we please talk?”
I’m about to tell her exactly what she can do—which is to get as far away from me and my husband before I find a gun and shoot her. But Raf surprises me by pulling me back and pressing on the button to allow them into the building.
“Why don’t we listen to what she has to say? You were best friends, pretty girl. Don’t you want to know what happened that day?”
“I’ll kill her, Raf,” I whisper. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop myself. Not after what she did. After Mali…”
“And I’ll let you,” he tells me as his big hands cup my cheeks. “You can kill her as many times as you want.”
“Really?” I blink in surprise.
He nods.
“But ask the questions first and shoot later.”
“Fine,” I grumble.
It’s only a couple of minutes later that I hear a knock.
Raf opens the door, keeping me by his side. His hand is on my lower back, his touch comforting and calming—especially as my emotions are raging inside of me.
“Noelle, hi,” she says shyly.
I glare at her.
Behind her is a man that I don’t recognize, and when he sees the open animosity on my face, he gives me a sharp warning with his gaze. He’s about the same height as Raf, with dark hair, dark eyes and a tanned complexion. He’s resting his right hand on the handle of a black cane, his left hand touching Lucero’s lower back.
“This is my husband, Nicholas,” she introduces him. “And this is Noelle and Rafaelo.”
No one speaks. We’re all just glaring at each other at this point—a staring competition of who has the deadliest stare.
Nicholas… Nicholas… The name sounds familiar.
My eyes slowly widen in realization and as I glance at Lucero, I realize I’m right.
